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Nightwing gets a sidekick introducing: "Batboy"
Continuation of this post: "Danny has Bat wings"
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Dick tries to tell himself that he's better then Bruce. He's not going around taking young orphaned boys with unique abilities willy-nilly. No, he very careful. Besides this is first- well second sidekick.
He's doing a public service anyways. You can't have a kid with giant bat wings just falling from buildings. If Nightwing hadn't stepped in to stop those goons trying to catch the kid and sell him then who knows what would have happened. What if they tried to cut off his wings and turn the boy into a bloody trophy for the Bats?
There are many villains in Bludhaven who'd take the boy out or take him in. Dick already had a sinking feeling that Heartless would try his hand at killing the kid after all he targets the weak and helpless like a coward.
It was easy enough to convince the boy to be his friend. Dick did have natural charm and charisma after all. All it took was a meal from batburger and a fruit cup to get the kid to open up.
Danny (apparently his family gave him a normal name) didn't live with his family anymore due to ideological differences. That difference was that they thought he shouldn't exist anymore and wanted to turn him into an experiment. Poor kid didn't even get to finish his freshman year of school before he had to leave. He was a small town vigilante for a few months before the incident.
Dick saw an opportunity but was subtle about it. He invited the kid to live with him until he got his education. Its also totally ethical because the kid was a vigilante already.
Everything kind of went by quickly. Dick had done everything possible to hide Danny until he could come up with a plan of how to tell everyone.
True Dick didn't "need" a sidekick but come on, look at him! He's a boy with bat wings! Dick could put a little cowl on him and dress him up like Batman. I mean he's not a dog but it would be funny. The irony there, the bird-themed hero now had a bat-themed sidekick. That is the universe's way of sending a message.
After training Danny Dick learned that the kid had an endless supply of energy and ADHD that rivaled his own at that age. The kid also couldn't fly, it was actually closer to gliding which was still useful but he kind of looked like a flying squirrel when he jumped off ledges.
The term issue with taking Danny in was that Dick was still a Wayne and while he could hide the kid while he was swinging through Bludhaven, Dick Grayson could not.
Danny could hide his wings like they weren't even there whenever he wanted to look human. Which was a start, next he needed a new identity. One that wouldn't tip anyone off.
Dick needed to pull some strings without alerting Barbara or Tim. A new name was forged: "Daniel Nightingale" (Dick patted himself on the back for that one).
With that Dick was ready to let Danny out in the field. For the most part, Danny was as reliable as any Robin if not a bit crazy. Danny was way too charming for his own good but also completely feral. The public adored the domino-masked kid in his green and black costume. Danny didn't wear a cape because of his wings so he used them as a cloak.
When citizens saw them in public they'd offer the kid fruit cups and candies just to get close enough to see his wings. The people of Bludhaven were also excited to have their own version of Robin since Gotham had so many. Also, the kid was so marketable. Look at the way his wings flapped when he was excited.
Danny's or more specifically "Batboy's" presence would not go unnoticed.
Well, this can't end well.
Welp. Dick should have expected this. He couldn't even be upset. He doesn't regret anything that he's done.
Danny was still in bed, actually it was a hammock which was more comfortable for a bat. Dick wondered if he could sleep upside down. The kid was comfortable here and probably better off here than in Gotham. Once the adoption goes public however things will get complicated. Danny may end up Bludhaven's sweetheart or outcast. He'll probably end up fine...probably.
#dc x dp prompt#dpxdc#dp x dc prompt#dc x dp#danny fenton#dick grayson#nightwing#danny phantom#barbara gordon#damian wayne#batman
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Melon!AU
Actual writing now, based on this post:
“What,” Tim breathes out faintly, “the fuck is that?”
Language, Bruce thinks faintly, though he doesn't manage to get it past his lips.
He is a man who prides himself on being ready for anything, but he most certainly didn't expect something like this when responding to the Batsignal tonight.
“That is a Pit Demon,” Damian's voice asserts through comms, grave in a way that betrays his collected mask. He's unnerved. “There is nothing else that could be.”
Bruce is unnerved too, though he refuses to show it.
Gordon had half the block cordoned off so no civilians would come through by the time Bruce and Tim - the closest at the time - had arrived on scene. The alley itself is blocked in by police cruisers, though the officers are staying very firmly behind the line and not approaching.
It's no wonder why.
The…thing backed into a dead end alley looks like it's made of smoke and shadow, all long sinuous lines and dangerous angles.
It's vaguely Humanoid in the sense that it has a long torso, arms and a head. The arms are too long, the fingers curved and wickedly sharp. The face is a well of deep shadow, a smooth slate broken only when it opens its jagged mouth to show off a full arsenal of fangs.
The only other facial features are the solid, glowing Lazarus green eyes. Wide and lamp-like, they give the distinct feeling that the creature's sights will not miss anything.
There are no legs. Just the sinuous curves and overlaps of a long smokey tail. It whips about with agitation.
Floating like mist on the water is a head of white hair, edges fuzzy and undefined like it can't decide whether it's a solid or a gas.
The creature lays with its chest nearly flat to the ground, propped up only by those horrifically sharp hands and poised like a predator ready to push off into a sprint.
Glowing Lazarus water seems to pool slowly beneath it, streaked here and there as evidence of past movement.
Bruce finally finds his tongue to question Damian. He can see his youngest standing on the opposite roof of he and Tim, the two buildings that form the alley their perch.
“You've seen something like this before?”
Damian hesitates. “...no. But there are stories of things coming out of the Pits. I doubt I need to explain why this seems to be one of them.”
With that color green shining out of its face and streaked across the alley? No. No, he doesn't.
“Do your stories have any clues on what to do when one shows up?” Tim asks, unable to tear his eyes away from the creature.
Damian scoffs. “Close your eyes and hope your end is quick.”
“Lovely,” Tim bites out, voice a little higher pitched than normal.
“We won't be doing that,” Bruce responds dryly, two taps coming through the comms notifying them of Black Bat's arrival.
Bruce looks up and has to search for her for a few seconds before he can make her out in the shadows of Damian's rooftop.
“I'm still five minutes out,” Dick comms in. “What exactly are we looking at here? Can Oracle give a visual with any cams?”
“I wish,” Oracle chimes in. “Even through the mask footage I have no idea what they're seeing. The feed is corrupted to hell and back whenever it's in frame.”
“Really? In person it looks like-”
Tim is cut off when the officers below make some kind of movement the monster clearly takes issue with, the snarl that almost physically ricochets off the brick walls making everyone wince.
It's like TV static and the crackle of lightning striking a tree, like glaciers cracking and shifting underwater all rolled into one.
The hair on the back of Bruce's neck stands on end.
“Fuck. It's like a living shadow, but all sharp and wrong and angry-”
“No,” Cass cuts in quietly, silencing everyone.
“...Black Bat?” Bruce questions lowly.
“Not angry,” she responds, as sure as ever when assessing a target - no matter what kind of target.
“Scared, hurt. Guarding chest, trying to hide it. Wants to scare us away, but making no move to attack. Posturing.”
The thing about Cass is that they trust her reads implicitly - her reads of people.
She wouldn't speak up if she wasn't certain, and she wouldn't be certain if she didn't see something painfully human in the creature below.
“...what do you suggest?” Bruce asks after a moment of tense silence, trying to reassess the creature and see what she sees.
He at the very least wants her opinion, so they can weigh it in formulating a plan here.
Cass keeps looking for a long moment, before she looks across the gap at him. “Needs help. Reach out - at least try.”
Masterpost
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Okay I’m about to write a LOT of tags-
Also sorry if it sounds like I’m arguing, I don’t wanna argue with you cause you’re my friend- we are having a ✨civil debate✨
That laes episode… WOWZA
It’s becoming increasingly clear how much of an effect the astrals’ indoctrination has had on Lunar. He can’t think of any good reason to get his powers back, but he wants to do it anyways. He hates having powers, he hates how stressful it is, he hates the idea of leaving his family behind, but he wants to do it anyways. He feels like he has to, like it’s his purpose. Even if he isn’t happy, he doesn’t ‘deserve’ happiness.
Why does he have to leave his family behind? Genuinely, why? Because he’ll be too ‘busy’ to see them? Because they could ‘interfere’ with his work? No!
The reason why Lunar can’t see his family if he gets his powers back is because he will be fully indoctrinated into the astral cult. People who join cults often cut their families off or rarely interact with them. Cult leaders don’t want their disciples getting too friendly with outsiders, because they may realize that they’re being manipulated. The astrals don’t want Lunar interacting with his family because they’re worried he’ll get too distracted from their main goal.
The astrals aren’t evil. They may not even be purposefully indoctrinating people. I don’t think Gemini’s goal is to manipulate Lunar or isolate him from his family. Their goal is to protect the universe from dark star power. But that doesn’t change the fact that they have had an extreme negative effect not just on Lunar, but his family as well.
They’ve made him fear for his life, his livelihood. It feels like everything he has could be lost in an instant.
Without his powers, he feels useless. He dedicated himself to the astrals, training himself every day just to become one of them. The idea of losing his powers is so stressful to him that he’d consider leaving his family behind just to pursue becoming an astral.
He asks “Why do I have to make this choice?” And it’s a good question!
Why was he EVER put into this position? The astrals could’ve taken his powers from him at any time. Why didn’t they? Why did Gemini say he was at risk of DEATH after he killed Eclipse? Why didn’t they put him through this torment, why did they threaten him like that? Because they want him to stay loyal to their cause.
#WOWIE ZOWIE THATS A LOT OF WORDS-#Okay I’m gonna try my best it formulate a coherent response here#[Sure yes they could've treated Lunar better but they're not like him and struggle to understand him. Lunar is not perfect and neither are#They. They cannot comprehend some things about Lunar just as he can't about them] <- prev#I agree. I was kinda mean to the astrals in the original post because I don’t like how they treat him but I don’t think they’re evil#they probably do just struggle to understand him but I still think they’ve done some messed up stuff#[But they are fighting a war#A very big war#Killing threats and complications is sometimes the best option] <- prev#When Lunar first met Gemini he was still struggling to cope with everything that happened#his own creator literally exploded him. That’s traumatic as hell and he didn’t really know how to deal with that#He could’ve recovered normally. He could’ve found a new purpose in life and healed and moved on#but Gemini showed up and said “you’re special. You have otherworldly powers now. This is your purpose in life now.”#And he was dealing with blood moon and stuff on top of that. Meaning he was basically thrown straight into ANOTHER stressful situation#[Look at Leo's point of view#Taurus stood up for him and I have reason to believe Gemini did#In their own way that involves the way they have been coping with emotions they don't understand and how they feel about Lunar#They have become apathetic because if they weren't they would have gone mad years ago] <- prev#I do believe Gemini truly cares about Lunar and it was probably difficult for them to come to terms with that#But that doesn’t excuse the fact that instead of removing his powers immediately and letting him move on#they instead decided to train him and form an emotional bond with him that they didn’t need to#I truly believe that all of this was to try and indoctrinate him into their cause. They saw someone with star power (very rare)#and instead of thinking about his emotional wellbeing they indoctrinated him so he’d be loyal and fight alongside them#I understand that they’re in a war but he was still indoctrinated into (what I believe to be) a cult#[Lunar cares#That's the problem he cares he wonders if people he's saving could be people like Eclipse or nexus the astrals don't care about that becaus#They're that's not their problem if Lunar does leave like I think & hope he will they will doubtless come over issues of his self confidenc#As that will probably affect his sp and they'll probably help him deal with it if only for their own desires#But the thing is if he stays his mental health with get worse and he will still be targeted by dsp still ostracized by his family and be#Burdened with worry if he'd made a different choice if he goes it's be very clear what will happen
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On Snape depriving himself sexually...
SO, I got hyperfocused and I hope you'll enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I needed only one person to tell me they were interested so thank you @severus-snaps haha. And thank you @wisteria-lodge for encouraging me !
This is a continuation of my previous post about Snape's relation with intimacy. I'm always a sucker for the pent up and deprived trope and I feel like Snape could fit the profile perfectly. Of course this is complete HC, as we literally have zero information about him having any personal life whatsoever so... pure speculation and meta discussion. Let's have fun, buckle up, here is why I think he'd make a great candidate for it :
Early teens: Many of us tend to interpret Snape as sexually inexperienced. This of course comes partly from his unpopularity in school, a time where teenagers start experimenting a bit. It's hard to imagine the little scrawny greasy potion nerd getting a lot of action. Though I'm open to thinking something might have happened here and there. I mean, girls also like smart and scrawny guys, I would love to read a fic where a Ravenclaw or Slytherin has a crush on him and he's utterly clueless because he's too engrossed in his books and when he realizes he's so flustered and clumsy about it. And they snog in the library and he's so afraid of getting caught by Mrs Pince. But being consistently bullied would have hurt his reputation, thus making people avoid being associated with him to not become targets as well. Also, his bullies were good-looking guys and it may have contributed to highlighting his bad looks in the public eye way more than if he had been left alone. And just with the nickname alone, but you won't tell me James and Sirius never insulted his nose, his hair, his complexion or his thin frame.
So one of the first core belief that might have emerged and latched itself to his sexuality would have been: I'm ugly/repelling.
But we don't have any proof in canon that he wasn't interested in romantic/sexual interactions back then. For all we know, he was a socially awkward teenager going through puberty. Even if he was certainly anxious and angry due to the bullying, he was still going through the same hormone cocktail as everyone.
HC : I've been wondering how the students find places to masturbate in peace and of course we don't exactly know why he invented the Muffliato charm but give me a Snape who was too whimpery to be completely silent and used it for this.
Post SWM though, I think it's safe to assume the trauma scared him unconsciously regarding the subject. Being perceived before wasn't easy, as he was aware he wasn't exactly good-looking and his self-esteem was impacted for sure, but after... oh boy. I can imagine him so traumatized that the mere idea of undressing in the vicinity of people was making his blood freeze. This may have led to hygiene issues as well, or only feeling safe to shower in the dead of night or at times where the dormitories where utterly empty. The shame linked to having his body and underwear exposed could have definitely stunned his sexual awakening as it happened at such a crucial age. How can you safely explore your own sexuality if every time you think about how ugly you are and that so many people saw your body and laughed at it ? (and the adults doing nothing to punish the people who did that hammered the beliefs that he was indeed laughable)
So second core belief added: I'm ridicule.
Also the SWM incident might have triggered his need to cover/shield his body from head to toe at all time and nobody can convince me otherwise.
At the very least I imagine masturbating would then be heavily linked to the anger and shame of that moment. The memory would either unlock or at least impact it unconsciously in some way, marking the act with a profound bitterness or stopping it altogether. The result: every time his body would ask for attention, he'd be overcome with very intense traumatic feelings and have no idea how to deal with them; so he'd start recoiling instinctively from any sexual thought. Also, since undressing/changing clothes became a triggering act, being even partially nude to touch himself would also stress him immensely.
So instead of indulging, he'd start developing coping mechanisms like focusing on anything else that brought him a sense of pleasure to trick his brain : potions, the dark arts, creating spells etc.
And of course, we can assume that even if someone was trying to approach him at that point, he'd recoil like a wounded animal, expecting mockery and reacting very aggressively.
After Hogwarts: We don't know what might have happened during his 3-4 years after school. We have a lot of creative space, though we know he got a Potion Mastery (??) so he must have studied somewhere and he was active within the DE circles. As @maxdibert pointed in a few posts - which I think is an astute point - the Dark Lord was aware of the affection/attraction Severus had felt towards Lily and, to prove his disinterest, he might have engaged with a few pureblood women. We could speculate on different situations here (and if anyone's interested we could explore this), but as I'm going for deprived!Snape, I'd say it wasn't helpful. At this point he's a young adult, torn between his inexperience and his limboing self-esteem. On top of that he's a deeply proud individual, obsessed with controlling the way he's being perceived. He's already occlumenting his emotions to remain safe, and well, engaging sexually does require some sort of vulnerability he isn't capable of at that point.
Maybe he said some harsh things to his partners when confronted with his clumsiness (even if they were kind), maybe he got bit back (and deserved it). He'd use these instances as confirmation bias to convince himself intimacy wasn't something emotionally safe, interesting nor even remotely pleasant enough.
Then there's Lily's death, and I personally don't see her as having a lot of influence on his sexuality directly (except maybe for the fact that when he had feelings for her, he might have felt she was 'too pretty for him', which fed the first core belief), but it did fuel a ton the last core belief which is : I'm undeserving (because I'm a bad person).
The undeserving part existed prior to her death. It stemmed from his upbringing (undeserving of care), of his social status (undeserving of material comfort), his blood status (undeserving of opportunities), his social awkwardness (undeserving of friendship), his special interest in the dark arts (undeserving of respect).
Lily's death crystallized such deep guilt inside of him that he devoted his life after that to atoning. I'm a firm believer that there's a clear before and after regarding the way he treated his body. Not that things were drastically different, but it made it worse. He ate less, slept less and touched himself even less. Probable not at all for a good few months, maybe even up to a year or so as he was extremely stressed from his new job, depressed and overcomed with grief. Honestly, at that point in his life he was barely functioning.
Then we have his adult life at Hogwarts: at that point in his life he's working and living where his worst trauma occurred. Not great for healing. During those years, he mastered the art of shutting down with occlumency everything he couldn't deal with, including his body's basic needs. He had excuses for everything. Sleeping? How could he rest when he had so much work to do dealing with the little shitheads and that infuriating Headmaster? Eating? Pfft, he had been fine all his childhood, so now he'd eat what he needed to function, but craving something and getting it wasn't something he'd allow himself. Masturbating? Tricky part, because he almost never thought about it anymore. He would not even treat it as a basic need. Like, sleep and food were still required to function, even in limited amount or he would pass out, but he could function without sex. Bottom line is, deep down he would feel undeserving of any sort of pleasure.
Rewarding his body, taking care of it wasn't allowed. It was part of his self-inflicted punishment.
But it would be still natural for his body to seek sexual release from time to time. He'd have hard-ons sometimes in the morning and ignore it until it went away, maybe take a cold shower or - why not - even take a potion he'd have invented to calm it down (or worse, to make it hurt so it would go down, if you want to go the masochistic way). The way I see it, every time he'd have an unwanted sensual/sexual thought (oh, this person at the Three Broomsticks has disarmingly pretty lips, this other person's got very elegant hands, or this one's hips look live they're meant to be grabbed), he'd shut it down immediately.
Fantasizing wouldn't be pleasant either. Each time, it would trigger the self-depreciating thoughts. Who are you fooling ? This person would never touch you, never look at you. And if they did, you wouldn't deserve it and would fuck it up anyway. Faceless people then, but it would still always be tainted with the ghost of years of bitterness, loneliness and unmet needs. So it'd be easier to pretend he doesn't have them or doesn't care. Of course this would do nothing to soothe his sour mood (and here talking from experience: I've been sexually frustrated quite a lot in my twenties, and I can definitely say that the mental relief you feel alongside the physical release when you get it is quite something. Like, I'd be a changed person, just because chemically my brain would finally be swimming again in endorphins. So yeah, at that point in his life I believe he's in dire need of a good shag and is partly always on edge because of this).
And when he would indulge in masturbation, it'd be because he's too tired to fight it or just because he knows that if he does, his body would leave him alone for a while. It would be quick, mechanical, in the dark, the mess cleaned up immediately and then forgotten about. The less thinking involved, the better so it wouldn't trigger the core beliefs. Maybe it'd happen when being tipsy after a night out with the other professors, or just when he was too stressed or exhausted at the end of terms and it was his body's way of asking for a break and a distraction.
I think he'd be also more prone to having his sexual needs resurface when he's not at Hogwarts and the mental toll of being there isn't weighing on him (maybe during summer or maybe even if he goes into the Forbidden Forest to gather potion ingredients, or a trip to Diagon Alley). He would find it really annoying, not realizing how the two are linked.
Then how would he be dealing with the constant tension and redirecting the release ? (fun stuff)
I think he could get a sick pleasure from being able to not indulge for long periods of time, thriving on his sense of control. He'd maybe even feel shame when he finally does, chastising himself for being weak.
When too tired to notice, late at night in his office, his body would hijack control a little bit and he'd start rubbing himself unconsciously with one hand while correcting essays and immediately stop upon realizing.
He'd be a GREAT candidate for edging. Like telling himself that if there's no release it doesn't count and he could get some pleasure whilst still shaming and punishing himself. Maybe sometimes even without touching himself directly, just letting the fabric rub on him, while shifting his hips just a bit. A good compromise he wouldn't want to analyze too closely.
Being pent up all the time makes one irritable, so some of that tension is fueling his already short-tempered nature and getting out by lashing out at idiots. It would also be a way to... spill out but with words (classy I know).
I don't see him doing any sport to get endorphins and relieve tension (though he does prowl the castle at night, that counts as walking haha).
The only part of his body I could see him pay attention to would be his hands as he uses them for potion work. He could be proud of their dexterity and I can imagine him taking care of them. Like, once of twice a week he'd put a cream or an ointment (self-made ofc) and massage his fingers and palms. Nothing sexual about it but it would be the closest he has to a gentle self-touch.
But mostly, his sole source of pleasure would still come from focusing on his interests. Working all night on improving a new potion, loosing himself in the method and appreciating his own skills, or reading about and experimenting with the Dark Arts (I don't think he ever stopped seeking knowledge, which is why he was able to save Dumbledore's ass from Marvolo's ring). These two things are his private garden, something that's inherently his despite everything, and it would be his way of pleasuring himself in an acceptable way: intellectually.
But what about the people around him or potential partners ?
He'd hate any sexual jokes or comments about him or in general. Sexually open people would make him angry (jealous). It'd irk him. As it's such a loaded and repressed subject for him he'd see them as flaunting their unspoken good experiences. He'd try to unconsciously shame them into silence by telling them they're being inappropriate. At the end of the day, it's just his way of protecting himself because he wouldn't know how to navigate the conversation, and his pride wouldn't let him feel ridiculed again.
He would also hate being looked at, even clothed. People judging his body would definitely trigger the awful memory from SWM. He would struggle immensely to accept the possibility of being looked at in an appraising way. If someone was sincere and stubborn enough to convince him they're not lying, he'd be extremely confused and wary.
And if he was to be attracted to that person as well, he'd have to deal with an almost second puberty on top of his core beliefs. He'd be so clumsy, so out of touch with his body and very frustrated with all the unwanted sensations he's not used to deal with. And that's such an interesting and fascinating subject aaaah.
At the end of the day, deep down he doesn't believes he deserves pleasure or comfort in his life so a partner would have to be patient with him. There's a lot of strategies they could try and I'd be delighted to explore them but I'm gonna stop here because this essay is so long already haha. SO, in conclusion:
He needs a good shag.
Thank you for reading.
I'd love to discuss how it would go with different characters trying to approach him, or I could talk about the classic trope of losing control because of his short temper but with him deprived, so many possibilties aaah, I love it when he's angry AND horny AND clumsy-
Also, my current favorite oneshot of deprived!Snape here : Cursed into Temptation by @marvel-snape-writes (very smutty, amazing, I'm on my knees)
#give me excuses to talk more about this#I'm unwell#such a fascinating subject#I love him like this#sorry it's very hot#I love deprived men loosing control#can y'all write fic about this and tag me#or give me the ones you might have read#thanks#I need it for research purposes#severus snape#hp meta#meta discussion#severus snape sexuality#deprivation#shame#pro snape#snape analysis#snape sexuality#fafodill
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If you feel the need to gift your chronically ill friends things for whatever reason, here is my "starter pack/gift guide"
A pack of their favorite gateorade flavor, great for hydration, tastes good, easy and quick. Body armor, prime, etc are also good options if they dont like gateorade
Some of their favorite powder electrolytes. Liquid IV and drip drop are some good options. There are also the generic brand electrolyte packets at Walmart, I think they taste good. There is also bouy if they like the squeezy ones, i dont but if they do bouy has an unflavored one as well as like 30 different options
Kt tape. Regular, extreme strength, cooling, heating, literally any type of kt tape. They can probably find a use for it. Most ((not all but most)) chronically ill people, at least the ones I know, suffer from some type of joint issues and kt tape is a life saver. On this vein, I would stray away from braces unless you know what joints/muscles specifically give them the most trouble, kt tape is a bit more versatile
Compression socks, there are cute ones on Amazon, Walmart, many small business sell some nice ones. I would go for a higher compression, or at least upwards of 15 mmhg, for the best chance of them being worth it
Temperature devices, im putting these in the same bullet point bc it felt unnecessary to put ice packs and heating pads in different points. Ice packs are really nice for swelling and heating pads are really good for pain. Both are a good option ALWAYS. I will say, the reusable ice packs give you a better bang for your buck than the single use crack and use ones.
Their comfort foods. A bit of an ed tw for this bullet point, but i have noticed quite a few of my fellow chronic illness sufferers deal with an ed, and while it isnt all of us, those who do probably find it a bit extra hard to eat on rough days. So comfort foods/snacks
If they have to take their blood sugar for things, lancets. They usually come in like 100 packs for really cheap, like under 5 bucks cheap. Just check to see the brand of their lancing pen before you buy them tho
Batteries, it sounds weird but stay with me. Do you know how many medical devices I have that require batteries?? MANY. My hr monitor, my glucose monitor, my blood pressure monitor- like bro, a pack of triple a batteries will mean more than you think trust
A weighted blanket/stuffie. Stuffies are cute and easy to carry around, blankets are nice when you need some extra weight
If they have a service animal, an accessory for their vest/leash/collar could be nice
One of those reacher things that grab things for you. I want one of those. When your stuck in bed, cant move, ill, in pain and suddenly drop your mother fucking phone cord off the side of your bed and now you have to MOVE and grab it- 10/10 worst experience. One of those grabby things would be amazing
A migraine cap. I got mine from target but I have seen them at Walmart, on Amazon, weirdly one on depop, some on shein, some at places like tj maxx, etc. Migraine caps are especially wonderful for those days where your shut in your room, blinds drawn, fans off, three ice packs on you in constant rotation, barely mobile and for some gods forsaken reason your blinds wont close all the way so the light keeps catching your eyes and making you want to lose your ever loving shit bc you cant move to fuck with them. And more normal experiences Im sure lmao
If your short on funds, just being there with them, listening to them, watching a movie, body doubling so they can get some help with chores, running errands with them, literally anything so they remember their a human person with human feelings that you love and care abt. Who knows, it might help you feel better too
More than anything, listening to what they want and need is a bigger gift than most think
#chronic illness#chronically ill#chronic pain#chronic fatigue#chronic migraine#potsie#pots#pots syndrome#heds#hsd#mcas#gastroparesis#hyperthyroidism#pnes#epilepsy#neurodivergent#autism#adhd#rls#chronic illness tips#potsie tips#🪓
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Sorta new here, so hi! I was wondering how Team Prime would react to the kids singing karaoke? I keep imagining that either the three of them or Miko would sing the more sexual songs just to mess with the bots LMAO 🤣
The moment the kids broke out the karaoke machine, half the team died a little inside. Even Optimus, usually an advocate for new cultures, seemed to become a little tense as soon as he figured out what was going on. Bumblebee and Smokescreen were instantly on board with the concept, but everyone else was dubious.
Knowing they had to tread carefully, the kids were methodical in their activities. At first they kept the songs tame, playful, and relatively quiet. Even Miko was in on it, managing to keep her voice at reasonable volumes so as to lower the team's guard. One by one, the Autobots relaxed. With their play being so quiet, they were rewarded with a promise of being able to sing as long as things were appropriate. Ratchet got back to work with a disgruntled huff, Optimus returned to his reading, Ultra Magnus kept working on whatever it was he was organizing, and the rest of the team kept an optic on the situation. Then slowly, the kids began to rope various bots in one at a time.
Smokescreen was the first to get roped in. It wasn't difficult to give him a racing tune to sing along to. He had no idea what exactly he was saying, but he sang with such gusto that Bumblebee was next to hurry over for his turn. Well, kind of. Being well aware of his voice, Bumblebee instead acted as though he were singing, holding the mic and exaggerating his every motion as he 'sang' to one of Elvis's songs (Smokescreen sang on his behalf). It was calm enough that the rest of the team didn't react.
Then they got Bulkhead involved via Miko's sad puppy eyes and some metal music. He wasn't exactly thrilled, but he wanted to appease his little wards. Besides, Smokescreen and Bumblebee were playing for once. That was enough for him. But Bulkhead was by no means the best singer, and that was thankfully part of the plan. Before Ratchet or Ultra Magnus could swing their hammers of justice and shut them down, the resident two wheeler stepped up. Arcee, ever the mother hen, couldn't stand the sound for long and swooped in to sing instead. Normally she would never, but with the kids looking so eager and with half the team already involved, she gave in.
This too was planned for, and before long, three fourths of the team were guilt tripped, roped into, or otherwise involved with the karaoke. Even Wheeljack shuffled over to listen and make a ruckus. With him present, all that remained were the big three. And if the kids weren't careful, one or all of them were more than likely to shut down their operation.
As the gathered bots reluctantly (or very enthusiastically) sang and danced, Rafael pulled out his trump card. Faking an issue with the karaoke machine, he promptly made a fuss along with everyone who was actively involved in the whole affair. Smokescreen was especially distraught, and the combined lamentations of the gathered group were enough to catch the attention of Rafael's target. Ratchet, hating the complaints about finicky technology, was quick to yell at them to shut up. But this was when Miko slid in with a snarky comeback. Taunting Ratchet and claiming he couldn't possibly fix it was enough to have him stomping over to fiddle with a purposefully loose cable. By the time he jammed it back into place, he found himself with an energon cube (curtesy of Wheeljack) and something almost akin to a rave raging around him.
Ratchet, unable to escape without causing further distress, could only grumble and settle down to begrudgingly sip his cube of energon as Wheeljack got the mic and went to town. This too was accounted for, at least in part. Wheeljack's enthusiasm, along with Ratchet's failure to return to his station, got Ultra Magnus's attention. He marched over, ready to shut everything down. But this was when Optimus stepped in, quietly shaking his helm and urging Ultra Magnus to simply watch and allow it all to play out. The duo quietly shut down a majority of their audio sensory capabilities and returned to work, letting the raving karaoke party continue.
If Optimus hummed along to a few of the songs, everyone knew better than to say anything about it.
Ultra Magnus however made a grand show of scowling for the next few days and not so quietly put the karaoke machine too high up in the rafters for bots shorter than him to reach (Smokescreen has never forgiven him for this slight).
#transformers#maccadam#transformers prime#optimus prime#team prime#ratchet#bumblebee#bulkhead#arcee#ultra magnus#wheeljack#smokescreen#tfp kids#rafael esquivel#jack darby#miko nakadai
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After reading about the kidnapping scenarios with darlings and Kalim’s family dynamics a little, brought to mind the what-ifs of a huge component of a relationship: discussion of children.
The single plus side of being Leona’s darling in a female MC setting is his disinterest in children. As a second Prince and not in line for the throne, there’s no external pressure on him to have kids and he has the vibes of a guy who’d get jealous of his own kid for taking his darling’s attention. Unless of course he could see a kid as an extension of love/shackle his darling even closer to him, no way you’d be cruel enough to abandon their own child and thus would struggle to escape…
Besides Leona, Cater, Jamil and Idia probably would be child free too, or have an oops baby. Cater enjoys the traveling lifestyle, refusing to have any kid of his have to pick up and leave constantly and have an unstable childhood like he did. The latter two don’t want to burden their child with their own inherited problems, especially if it would be Your child too. It’s bad enough they’ve brought you into their issues (even though they refuse to let you leave), they don’t want that innocent to be roped in too. But likely having a secret fantasy all the same of a babe with any combination of your features and theirs. Unless there’s a slip up and/or giving into pressure, in which case there so much guilt they feel and turn to you for comfort and assurances.
Everybody else would want at least one.
Kalim? Oh absolutely! He’s always doted on and loved his siblings, he’d be thrilled to have a whole gaggle of kids with you! He doesn’t see why you’d be nervous, full of assurances of how you’re so kind and warm, you’d be a wonderful mother. Whether or not he’d employ the same methods of his dad to protect you and your kids remains unseen…
Probably not until a few years down the road with Vil because he wants to devote himself equally to you and his career, which can only happen once he’s more successful and can balance a work/life balance. His dad made him happy and loved despite his workload, so he’d want to ensure that with you and your child too. At least there would be some breathing room for you, a chance of protection disguised as family planning until he brings up how your child would be the fairest of all for certain. Very wary about letting the public know about any pregnancy or children, he’s well aware how “passionate” a fan base can be, nor does he want any rivals to target you or the little one.
Malleus was planning baby name lists for the future hatchings the two of you will have since the moment you met, no chance he’ll settle for just one after the wedding (whether a honeymoon baby or one to rush the nuptials). Dragons only hatch when surrounded by love, so it’s the truest testament of the relationship you share. He’ll be so happy when the first egg hatches, he’ll forgo the “Mal” tradition if you requested something else.
Expect a big family on the apple farm with Epel, plain and simple.
Fairytale knight that he is, Silver probably fantasizes of the family cottage in Briar Valley, a quiet life with you and two-point five kids enjoying a happily ever after. He has such fond memories of the youth he spent with Lilia here, he’ll measure the children’s height in the same spot his father did, and chop wood with his sword when it doesn’t see traditional use. And Lilia of course has a key and open invitation to come in to dote upon the little ones, a beloved grandfather and feared in law for you, his probing eyes always checking the little hideaways you could be squirreling tools of escape in.
Alright, let’s talk about babies. Obviously, this is after NRC when they’ve taken you for themselves and moved on to have a future with you.
Keep in mind that I write a female MC, so pregnancy will be discussed.
So what happens when you’ve been claimed. You’re all theirs, and they’ll be doing their best to keep you with them forever and ever, even beyond death. But that life won’t be just you and them. What about a family?
What about kids? And building a family to join you in your ‘happy’ life?
Doesn't want kids/ Accident baby
Despite their undying love for you, they have no desire to have a child with you. Yes, it would be very satisfying to see a mixture of you and them running around but they don't want kids. Plain and simple.
Cater Diamond
Cater’s childhood of constant movement and plus his family forcing him to do things he didn't like are his primary reasons for not wanting them. And while it would be so Magicam-able to post pictures of a tiny him and you, he's not going to put a kid through what he did. Besides, the single life allows him to travel the world with you. Which might be better for you being allowed to see the world even in your captivity/relationship.
(Cater might want to freeze your eggs just in case he changes his mind, if he ever gets the baby-buzz later on. But if he doesn't, you'll be free to be child-free, and nothing else.)
If You Get Pregnant - Cater probably will try his best to be a good dad to his kid, trying to be the fun parent that lets his kid pick their own future. But, when it comes to you, he’ll be the kind of partner to document every second of your pregnancy. Wanting to hold onto it forever and ever, to reminisce on the good ole days.
Leona Kingscholar
Leona’s jealous of things he's predetermined to not have. If you have a kid, then that kid is going to take a lot of your love. And if you had a kid and loved them more than you loved him, then you would have to constantly be watching your child to protect their life. (Fun fact: Lions are very territorial and will kill cubs if they feel their presence threatens the pride)
So for the sake of not cleaning up the mess of an infanticide, he's not having kids. He'll take and make you take potions to make you both infertile if he has to because he's not having any troublesome ankle biters to take your attention away.
If you come to him desiring a baby he might, and just might consider it. While he despises children, he'll make you an offer that you can't refuse if you want to have his children.
If You Get Pregnant - Not happy. And he's not gonna be for your entire pregnancy. The parasite’s already stealing your attention from the moment you're aware of it. Now he loses his time using you as a pillow, because you have to get up at night and now you can’t do anything but focus on it ‘because of the baby’. He doesn't want another, and he can barely tolerate this one. Might reconsider if you wanted the baby because then he can use it as a ball and chain. And he might have more with you if the kid gets too old for him to hold against you.
Jamil Viper
As another person who was forced to accept a predetermined life of second best, Jamil also doesn't want kids. But for a different reason. The very last thing he wants is for a child to go through the life he had. Being forced to hide in the shadows so that someone luckier could shine….. He won't allow a child to live through that injustice, let alone a child you bore out both his and your flesh and blood.
He might want them if and only if he's no longer shackled to the Asim family. Then he'd want one or two, but if he's still stuck with them he's not reproducing.
If You Get Pregnant - He'll be upset about the fact that he’ll be making your child live a life like his, but he'll still love them. He might end up changing his mind on kids, and have another one if the circumstances are right. As for you, he won’t let you lift a finger while pregnant. No matter how tired he is, he’ll take care of you and wait on you hand and foot to make sure the birth of his and your child is a pleasant experience.
Idia Shroud
Another person with a predetermined future, who doesn't want his future children to suffer like he did. Plus, his trauma makes him scared of having kids. What if he causes another accident like what happened to Ortho? What if your child is dragged to the underworld to be with all the phantoms and dead souls? He can’t even live with himself after what happened to Ortho, what if it's his, more specifically your, child next?!
Because of that, you'll be an empty nester for life. He's just looking out for whatever kids you have anyway. He could probably kill them or something by accident.
If You Get Pregnant- He’ll faint. Dead faint. But he'll love the child to pieces. Uncle Ortho will too! But STYX will be getting a new security detailing to prevent a tech savvy kid from going the way Ortho did. But the sight of you pregnant has his hair burning pink. You might as well be the goddess of motherhood and because you’re the most beautiful thing in the world to him.
Wants kids, but a reasonable amount (1-4 max)
For various reasons (all centered around their love for you), they want to build a family with you. They would love to hear little footfalls around the house and be greeted by a smiling face that looks to be a perfect mix of the two of you. Whether it’s one child or more, they want to build a family with you. But, not too many. They wouldn’t want to stress your body out, whether it's during pregnancy or in parenting.
Ace Trappola
As a normal family haver, Ace doesn’t see the downside of starting a family with you. In fact the very idea of it makes him smug. As the first person you met, the one that holds you forever, to watch you carry his child is something that makes him incredibly arrogant. And because of that, he wants to witness it over and over again.
When You Get Pregnant - He’s the kind of partner that shows off his pregnant wife with gusto. He’s so possessive over you that the sight of you full with his child is just the epitome of satisfying.
How many kids - About 3, average middle-class family number. Maybe two boys and a girl as pretty as you. He’ll be satisfied with any, but that’s just his preference.
Deuce Spade
A little worried about passing his old delinquent ways onto his child. So he’ll do his best to prove to himself that he’ll be a good father before trying to build a family with you. With you being the potential mother to his child, he’ll ensure that you know, after him kidnapping you, claiming you against your will; that your child/ren is safe with him.
When You Get Pregnant - You’re like glass to him, so precious yet so fragile. As soon as he learns that you’re pregnant, you’re not carrying anything that weighs more than a cushion. No cooking, he’ll do it. No cleaning, he’ll do it. He’ll be a stellar husband to make sure you’re in comfort.
How many kids - 2 maybe. I imagine his first child will be a girl named after his mother.
Riddle Rosehearts
Ever the traditionalist, Riddle believes that building a family is an important step in your life together. After he manages to deal with the issues of his childhood, he'll do his best not to repeat it to your children. So you won’t have to fear them ending up like him. Plus, kids are another way he can control you. Just like his mother did with his father, it’s one of the few lessons he’ll copy. He’ll follow every factual and proven book for conception to the letter up until you’re pregnant.
When You Get Pregnant - Has his nose buried in a parenting book the moment the pregnancy test says positive. He’s more strict than he’s ever been. You’re precious to him. Your baby is precious to him. He needs to ensure that your pregnancy is the smoothest one to ever be recorded. So, you’ll be on a diet plan, exercise regime, constant weekly doctor visits. Don’t worry, you’ll be allowed plenty of good food and relaxation, he’s not a monster like his mother.
How many kids - 2 or 3. They’ll be the kind of children the neighborhood parents compare their kids to.
Ruggie Bucchi
Before Ruggie even considers having a kid, he’ll try to work on his financial situation enough to house a pregnant you and a baby comfortably. After that, he’s ready to go and create a child with you. It’s the ultimate mark of possession to him, watching you mother his cub.
When You Get Pregnant - He’ll be working hard constantly, both at home and outside of it to care for you, and between caring for you, he’ll be smothering you with love. Don’t think you’ll be able to run away when he’s busy. Besides, it is very dangerous to run so far in a hot savannah while pregnant.
How many kids - Just one. I think it’ll be a girl named Dandelion. Hyenas have a reputation for having nasty births. Sure, your human body allows pregnancies to be much easier, but having a lot of mouths to feed is costly. Plus, he doesn’t want to have any starving cubs. Might have a second if the finances check out.
Azul Ashengrotto
You’re contract bound to carry his child. Plain and simple. As a possessive yandere, watching you do this, regardless of your contract and the ring on your finger, is the biggest proof of you being bound to him.
When You Get Pregnant - Arrogant. Cocky. Insecure, but the baby’s helping him heal. The fact his child is growing in your womb is helping his childhood insecurities recover. After all, you're his, and no one else's. So he’s very touchy. You won’t worry for anything, his business practices will make sure you want for nothing.
How many kids - 1 or 2 (Why is the first thing that comes up for baby octopus is a recipe, also no joke a baby octopus is a fry) fry. Morgana for a girl, Divinus for a boy.
Jade Leech
Jade is a manipulative and sadistic bastard. He wants you to bear his children, but he wants you to want them more than he does. So he’ll slowly break you down and condition you into desiring them first. And then he’ll eagerly reap the rewards of his painstaking efforts.
When You Get Pregnant - He won’t be as cruel to you when you’re carrying his child or children. Instead, he’ll make sure that you are comfortable for your entire pregnancy. It won’t last past the safety window past birth.
How many kids - 3 or 4, fun fact, twins have a higher chance of having twin children, so expect a higher chance of having multiples.
Vil Schoenheit
With the hectic, and sometimes dangerous, aspects of his career, Vil is going to be a little wary of starting a family with you. But if his father could be an amazing actor and a wonderful father, so can he. Vil will wait for the perfect time to step away from his career to build a family with you. And when he does, after announcing his hiatus and going (sort of) off grid so that you can conceive and give birth in the utmost privacy. He doesn’t want to have too many kids (he wants probably two) because while pregnancy can be a beautiful thing, he’s also aware of the ugliness of it and doesn’t want to put you through the difficulty of pregnancy and births.
When You Get Pregnant - You’re going to have the most aesthetically pleasing pregnancy ever conceived (heh pun). Designer and bespoke maternity wear, spa treatments to keep you feeling refreshed and comfortable, and all the skin, hair and baby-safe, and delicious food to feed your cravings. You’ll be like an influencer trad wife without all the work involved with it. Vil will ensure that you have every comfort needed, and all the security needed, to ensure that your pregnancy is as easy and as perfectly beautiful as the both of you are.
How many kids - 2 or 3. Doesn't want to risk too many pregnancies changing your body. The last thing you need is postpartum. Your children will be as beautiful as he is.
Silver
Prince Charming remembers a fond childhood with Lilia, and that wants to be as good a father to your children as Lilia was to him. So when you have your happily ever after together, he wants to build a family as loving as the one he had in childhood. But only, if you want to. If you don’t want to carry the children to term, he’s willing to adopt.
When You Get Pregnant - So gentle, and hardworking. Every last second he spends will be to make your pregnant life more comfortable. He’ll be a model partner. Just ask and he’ll do it. Expect Peepaw Lilia to be in that cottage everyday until a good year after you give birth. Not just to help Silver be a first time father, or help you both out in the difficult first year of baby care, but to keep an eye on you to make sure you’re not taking advantage of Silver’s kindness.
How many kids - Two, maybe three. Your first child together is a narcoleptic like him, but all will have his aurora borealis eyes. Lilia’s giving his blessing to all of them the second they’re born. And they’ll be beautiful silver-hairs like their prince of a father. All that’s missing is a family pet.
Sebek Zigvolt
Sebek is a strict traditionalist, (sure loving a human is breaking that kinda but he loves his darling truly so that outweighs the other) and tradition states that he has a family. Don’t worry about his grandfather’s human…ism? He loves Sebek and he’ll love his great grandchildren too.
When You Get Pregnant - Still following tradition, he’ll be taking care of you. Try to do anything, that breaks that, you’ll be nesting for the duration of your pregnancy and the first four months post birth if he has anything to do with it.
How many kids - 4, he just barely meets the cut off for what is below. He has plenty of siblings and he wants to mimic that with you. Like tradition states.
Wants kids, enough to make a spell drive team. (Over 4 to way over 4)
They want a lot of kids. They adore seeing you pregnant, seeing you surrounded by all of your children, the adorable looks on all of your faces. They love you as much as they love their children, and the sight of you going through the throes of motherhood is one of the most perfect sights they'll ever see.
Trey Clover
As the Eldest of a big loving family (one that fits the desired normal for most yandere families) Trey wants to emulate that with his future family. That means a house full of kids. Enough kids to fill a good few bunk beds.
When You Get Pregnant - So many baked goods, ones that you can be sure that they aren’t laced with anything because it’s dangerous for the baby. You’ll be very well fed and comfortable.
How many kids - Max 5
Jack Howl
While Jack is fighting a lot of his instinct when it comes to you, he is still a wolf in nature. And wolves are pack animals, so you can see where this is going.
When You Get Pregnant - You’re confined to your nest. No debates on this. You’re going to be covered in his scent and safe in a nest till your pups are weaned of milk.
How many kids - Having just one kid isn't in his animalistic nature, plus, that child would be lonely without any siblings and constantly full of energy without siblings to wear them down. Also wolves are traditionally born in litters, so the likelihood of having one baby, pup more specifically, is low. Expect multiples, twins maybe. And you won't be pregnant once. Maybe 5 to 6 kids.
Floyd Leech
Floyd’s great with kids. So despite how feral he is, he’s definitely fine with iddy biddy Shrimpey’s swimming around. And that means he needs to have a lot.
When You Get Pregnant - Some things don’t change. He’s mad that he can’t squeeze you as much. But after the eggs are out, you might end up pregnant again before the eggs even hatch.
How many kids - Same fun fact, twins have a higher chance of having twin children, so expect a higher chance of having multiples. Also, you might have Irish twins alongside the regular ones. Floyd’s having 6 with you max.
Kalim Al-Asim
(While he doesn’t know about the dark part of him having so many siblings) Kalim wants to have a family as big as his own. And while he knows you can't realistically have as many kids as he had siblings, he wants to at least try. Besides you’ll be an amazing mother, after all you’re already perfect to him. If you’re scared about it, he’ll get experts to make it easier or hire surrogates to carry them so you can still have kids without the fear of pregnancy. And if you’re worried about your kids being harmed or kidnapped because of his family’s wealth then don’t worry, he’ll figure out a way to keep them safe! You won’t have to worry about a thing. (BTW if Kalim adopts the same idea of his father, you’ll never know about it. Wouldn’t want you to worry!)
When You Get Pregnant - So, SO many expensive gifts. Way too many fucking gifts. He’s so touchy too, wanting to cover you in his love every possible second.
How many kids - Too many. 7 to 10.
Rook Hunt
Rook is a man who I think would believe in the glow of pregnancy despite how miserable it already is (I hc the man has a breeding kink) and as a result of that he wants to see you glowing in radiance as you carry his child as many times as he can. Which means multiple pregnancies and multiple babies.
When You Get Pregnant - Like a worshiper for a goddess, he’ll wait on you in between his hunting trips and bring you gifts to make the nine months of hell easier. (also pregnancy sex. Lots of it.)
How many kids - 5 to 8, maybe more if you have multiples. They’ll all be hunters just like their father. And might probably be as obsessed with you as he is. Maybe one or two are darlings like you.
Epel Felmier
Epel's family has a farm that requires many hands to work on it everyday. And his family won't be around forever to help him maintain it. (I imagine he doesn't want you to raise a finger to help him because of his masculinity issues) So the two of you will need to provide plenty of farmlands to run it.
When You Get Pregnant - Farm life is tough man. You might be pregnant with a child and might have to work hard to help out. The Tradwife life is not what’s happening. What is, is tending to farm animals, looking after the newborn youngins, picking apples. Epel will try his hardest to take on the hardest of the grueling labor, and save you from what you’ll be doing in the worst months of pregnancy. (Though Epel would love you in a comfy sundress lounging in the sun for him to hug and kiss after a long day of work, still full with his child)
How many kids - Epel sees him being the father of your children as the biggest proof that you belong to him and no one else will ever take you away from him, so you’ll be pregnant a good few times so he can be truly satisfied that you are his. Max 7.
Malleus Draconia
Malleus is the sole heir to the throne of the Briar Valley, so obviously he needs an heir. But honestly that doesn't even matter because he’s been planning their names since he fell for you.
(Sidebar, do you know how terrifying it is to give birth to an egg?! One that's the length and width of Lilia’s torso no less. Imagine having to carry that to term for who knows how long and have a hard egg pressing up on your organs. Plus the egg has to be hard to not be damaged by Maleanor’s lightning or fire, and infant skin is soft by comparison, so imagine how that feels.)
When You Get Pregnant - Like the prize jewel in a dragon’s hoard you’re not going anywhere. And since you’re a queen you’re getting waited on hand and foot. But Malleus is never leaving you alone.
How many kids - Since he's very familiar with how lonely being an only child is, Malleus won't be having just one. In fact he wants to have as many as possible. (Unless there’s some medical issue that prevents you from safely delivering the egg, he'll forgo having any future children if it means you're safe.) Max 6.
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hitman!rafe x target!reader
warnings — MDNI; dark!rafe, slight coercion (maybe dubcon?), praise kink, swearing, threats, oral m!receiving, unprotected p in v, riding.
FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT DONT JUDGE ME
(my third fic of the day!? check out my others ones🤭)
You're sitting in your cozy room, lost in thought as you scroll through your phone. It's a typical lazy Sunday afternoon when suddenly, you're shaken by a loud thud coming from upstairs. You sit there for a moment, wondering if you should investigate, until your curiosity got the better of you.
You make your way upstairs, calling out to see if anyone's there. No response. You reach the top of the stairs and notice that the attic door is slightly ajar. You push it open and find a stranger sprawled out on the floor, clutching his side. He looks up at you, his eyes squinting in pain.
He attempts to sit up. "I was just looking for a place to... um... get shelter for the night. I saw your attic window open and thought it would be a good spot to hide from the rain."
You buy into his lame excuse, feeling sympathy for the stranger as you see he’s bleeding. You rush to help him, noticing the deep gash on his forehead, he must’ve fallen on the golf clubs right next to the attic window. You usher him to sit on a box, but he winces in pain.
"I think I have some band-aids around here somewhere," you say, rushing off to grab the first-aid kit. As you're applying the band-aids, your eyes glance over to his black leather jacket, and see a gun peeking out of the inner pocket. Your heart starts racing, "What's that?" you ask, trying to stay calm.
The stranger follows your gaze, before he flashes a reassuring smile. "Oh, that's just for protection. I've had some... issues with some not-so-nice people in the past. I like to be prepared, you know?"
You're not entirely convinced, he looked shady, dressed in all black, but you let it slide, focusing on tending to his wound instead. As you continue to nurse his injury, you ask a few questions like what his name was, he was Rafe — a perfect name for such a strange guy. There's something about this stranger that doesn't add up. You can't quite put your finger on it.
As you continue to tend to Rafe's wound, you learn that he's from out of town, and he's been traveling for a while. As you're talking, Rafe suddenly pushes you away, and he reaches into his jacket, pulling out the gun. Your heart stops as he points it at your head, his body towering over you making you glued to the ground.
"You know, I've been watching you for a while," he says, “You're a nice girl, but you're a loose end. Someone wants you taken care of, and I'm the one who's gonna do it."
Panic sets in, and you start to babble, saying anything and everything to try and get him to stop. You promise to do whatever he wants, to give him anything he desires, just please, please don't pull the trigger. As you stay there pleading you realize who could’ve wanted you dead… your ex.
"I'm not a bad person," you say trying to connect with him on a human level. "I don't deserve to die. Whatever my ex did, I didn't do anything to him. This is all a mistake. Please, have mercy." You glance around the attic, desperate for a distraction, and spot a small photo on a nearby trunk. It's a picture of your family, smiling and happy. You were a little girl in that photo, with a life you thought was long ahead of you.
"Look, this is my family," you say, pointing to the photo. "They need me. If you kill me, you'll be taking away their loved one. Is that really what you want to do?” You see hesitation in Rafes eyes, and you know you're getting to him. You keep pushing, trying to find the right buttons to press. "I'll do anything," you plead. “Just please, don't kill me."
Rafe's gaze lingers on the photo, and you can see the humanity in his eyes alas. Slowly, he lowers the gun, tucking it back into his jacket. You breathe a sigh of relief.
Rafe's gaze lingers on yours, "You know, I've never not completed a job before," he says, his voice shattering the silence with curiosity. "There's something about you...that makes me…not pull the trigger."
You're still shaken, but you try to compose yourself. "What do you want?" you ask.
Rafe smiles, his teeth almost as pale as his skin, and his eyes crinkle in the corners as he says. "Let's start with why you're wearing that... interesting nightgown."
You blush. You'd forgotten you were still wearing your thin, silk nightgown, and Rafe's gaze is lingering on it in a way that makes you feel exposed. It was practically see through.
"It's just what I was wearing when I heard the thud," you say.
Rafe raises an eyebrow. "You sleep in that dainty thing?"
You nod, "Yeah, I like to be comfortable when I sleep."
He chuckles, biting his bottom lip. That move made you feel something. You wasn’t sure, what. Rafe's gaze lingers on yours, and you see something there, something that looks almost like attraction. But then it's gone, replaced by his usual cold, brooding look. Just as you're about to ask him to leave, you hear your parent's voice calling out from downstairs. "Hey, sweetie, are you okay up there?"
Rafe's eyes flick to the stairs, and he grabs your arm, pulling you towards the corner of the attic. "Shh, hide," he whispers, “I’ll blow your fucking head off if you say anything,” he threatens, his breath hot against your ear. You both press against the wall, holding your breath as your parent's footsteps creak up the stairs. You can feel Rafe's chest against your back, his breath on the back of your neck, and you're acutely aware of how close you are.
You shout out, "Yeah, Mom, I'm fine! Just looking for something."
There's a pause, and then your parent's voice calls out again. "Okay, sweetie. Let me know if you need anything."
As soon as the footsteps fade away, you turn to Rafe, not realizing how close you are until your faces are inches apart. Rafe's eyes lock onto yours, and you stare into those piercing ocean blue eyes, for a moment, you just breathe, your hearts beating in sync. Then, Rafe's gaze drops to your lips, and you can feel his eyes tracing the curve of your mouth. You part your lips, and Rafe leans in, his lips lightly brushing against yours.
It's a gentle touch, a soft caress, but it somehow manages to turn you on. You feel like you're melting into him, like your entire world has narrowed down to this one kiss. But it's over all too soon. Rafe pulls away, his eyes locked onto yours. You thought that was it, until he pushes your shoulders back to lay on the floor.
“you wanna get outta this?” He asks, to which you nod your head vigorously, “then get on your knees.”
You obey, moving quickly to get on your knees. He takes off his long black leather jacket which reveals a bulge in his pants. Your eyes widen at the sight of it, he grabs your chin, making you look up at him, “you see what you did to me, wearing that dainty gown?.. handle it.” He urges. “It’ll be worth way more than the 10,000$ your ex offered.”
You nod, and he quickly unzips his dark colored jeans, he pulls his hard cock out, his size drawing a breathless reaction from you, making your mouth water on its own. “don’t just look at it.” he spat. “get on with it.”
You fist his shaft, moving your hand back and forth as you see pre-cum dripping out of the tip.“come on, put your fucking mouth on it.”
You wrap your mouth around the tip and then glide your lips down his shaft, you can feel him throb against your throat as you suck him, his fingers placed into the back of your hair ushering your mouth to go further. You bob your head back and forth, earning groans from him, “fuck, just like that.” he moans.
“Youre doing so good f’me,” with that pride of information, you go faster. he’s a moaning mess until your fingers loosen their pace and you pop the cock out of your mouth. He feels the instant void of touch and he looks down at you, his expression brooding. “I wasn’t finished.” he spat.
You simply smile at him and then usher him to sit on a box, you sit on his lap, gliding his cock into your cunt, he throws his head back and groans, “fuck this is even better.” his hands wrap around your waist and he lazily moves your hips up and down taking his cock inside you fully.
now you were a moaning mess, “feels so good.” you groan, throwing your hands around his neck and pushing his head up to face you so you can have eye contact as he’s relishing inside you. His eyes are in a daze as he lifts your gown up to see you bounce on his shaft more clearly.
his hands gripped your hips with bruising force, guiding your movements as you rode him. the friction of his hardened cock hitting the spot that drives you wild was satisfying driving you closer to an orgasm. your hips falter as youre about to ride out your high, “keep going, im about to come.” he whimpers, throwing his head back once again.
“Im coming,” you say, letting out a moan in sync with him as you both reach your high, his hands pulling you to his chest as he begins to fuck into you because you could not bare to ride any longer. your cunt sucks him into you further as his cock is pumping loads of come into you. “shitttttt” he mutters, releasing all he has inside you.
you both come to a pause and you get off of his lap, watching the come drip out of you, he stands up and tucks his cock back into his pants, zipping it up fully before grabbing his jacket and throwing it on. He digs in his pocket for a slip of paper. He hands it to you uttering the words, "If you need a job done, call me," he says, "Or... if you want to just go out." he smirks. “and… make sure you take the pill. don’t want a one night stand running around do you?”
You nod, taking the paper, and watch as Rafe turns to leave. You smile to yourself, still reeling over what just happened, already making a mental note to call him later.
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Could I get, by any chance, something with Aragorn and sharing his coat.
I. Am. So. Cold. Star. Maybe I can get warm via your words 😭
-Hannah 🥶
Of course you can. Hopefully something in this is warming, darling (and hopefully you don't freeze to death <3)
❝𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡❞ « one-shot »
Pairing : Aragorn X GN!Reader
Wordcount : 1.3k
TWs : None
Summary : In which you aren't just 'chilly' - something icy has seeped into your bones, enough to make you shiver on watch. Aragorn notices, and offers a solution.
Sometime between the lovely dusky hues of sunset and the inky blackness of midnight, a chill has seeped into your bones. Even with your own cloak and your bedroll, there’s still some warmth missing. Something that’s letting ice settle into your bones. Staring up at Caradhras, you wonder if it’s the mountain's fault. You’re still a while off - but the malevolence of it can be felt even from here. And something that malevolent is also probably petty enough to send cold weather in the way of the Fellowship.
So here you are, stuck on watch duty and (perhaps) being cursed by a mountain to shiver. As a group you’ve agreed not to light a fire; stealth is paramount and the lasting marks it gives make the Fellowship too easy of a target. That decision had seemed so logical and reasonable to you only a few hours ago. Now, the reward of possibly not getting seen by enemies right now isn’t a great comfort or resolver to your issues. Still, you are only to be on watch for another hour.
The cold is sharp enough to keep you awake at least, and you gaze out into the blackness around you. Nothing stirs, except for the movement of the Fellowship around you. The gentle breathing in and out, the occasional shuffle of a bedroll while asleep. And then a louder movement and shifting of fabric.
It’s close enough that it’s probably a member of the Fellowship, so while you whip around to see what it is your hand only strays to your blade - it doesn’t wield it. Aragorn seems fairly thankful of that fact as you turn to face him, his hands not above his head but his palms open. Showing that he’s not a threat. “My apologies if I startled you.”
“There’s no need to apologise.” You relax, your handle letting go of the knife as you shuffle to face him more. “I’m just glad I didn’t hold a knife to your throat.”
“I trust you not to damage me.” There’s a small smile on his face, “And I would rather you put a dagger to strangers in the night than simply let foes walk in. Your dagger to my throat is much preferable to the dagger of an orcs.”
At his comment you allow yourself to laugh a little, and he joins you. “It almost sounds like you’re asking me to stab you.”
“When more of the Fellowship are awake I would be happy to spar with you, preferably not to first blood.”
“You’d be fine with sparring with me?”
“You’re a worthy opponent.” Aragorn has shifted himself slightly as the two of you have been talking, out of his bedroll and now simply sitting, looking up at the stars. “I imagine Boromir would be grateful for someone to show as an example to the young hobbits. Perhaps it will teach them the value of sword-fighting with their swords.”
This time you can grin as you respond, “I think the hobbits have done remarkably well already. Flipping enemies onto their back, who are over double their size.”
Aragorn laughs this time, making an effort for it to be quiet - but it is still rich, infectious. “I think I am still slightly sore from their antics.”
“The fine bedding of thin fabric and dirt is not helping?” Both of you have been travelling for long enough that beds are at risk of becoming a forgotten luxury, but even rangers can still tire of sleeping on this floor. Especially as it becomes cold enough to be firm, more like solid wood or rock than the ground. Aragorn lets out an appreciative hum at your words, before the conversation lulls between the two of you.
It is not an unpleasant or uncomfortable silence, and is in fact far from it. Aragorn has a quiet, unobtrusive way of making his presence known as he gazes up towards the stars. It’s comforting in a way, and you find it reassuring - not just in the sense a fellow human is beside you. There is something about the man that implies safety, a level of protection. Still, you don’t drop your gaze as you continue your watch - making sure that there is nothing watching the two of you in the shadows. Seconds pour into minutes, which begin to stack on top of each other before Aragorn speaks again.
“You’re cold.”
“Hm?” For some reason, you only making a questioning noise. You are cold (you’re fairly certain he’s just seen you shiver), but something in you refuses to immediately acknowledge it.
“Your cloak is thin, and not for the weather of Caradhras. Besides…” His gaze travels briefly over you.
So he has seen you shiver. Hopefully not too badly. Resisting the urge to pull your cloak closer to you, now that you’re talking the chill has started to make itself known again, you try to reassure him. ���The weather is not yet too bad, nor am I freezing. I can survive the rest of the watch.”
“But I do not want to see you shiver through it.” Moving, Aragorn’s hands go to the clasp around his throat. “The chill is yet to affect me, take this.”
“I- I couldn’t.” Your words come out slightly higher than you tried, but you don’t want to accept the cloak. You don’t want him to chill either, and… it feels strangely intimate. “It won’t do us any good if both of us freeze.”
“It won’t do any good if you freeze either.” He points out, stopping to think. His hands still move to fully unclasp the cloak, but he doesn’t take it off when it gets looser. “Come closer.”
“You mean…” You’re thankful he’s not close enough to hear your heartbeat, or to feel the heat on your face.
“The cloak is big enough for both of us, for the most part.” His tone is still remarkably casual, before it becomes more serious. “Unless I have overstepped.”
There it is. The true invitation of if you want to come closer to him or not. And truthfully, he hasn’t.
Taking a quick breath, you move closer to the man - unsure of how much distance you should leave between the both of you. You inch closer, before eventually his arm loops around you with fabric - both enveloping you with the warmth of the cloak, and pulling you slightly closer to the ranger. He smiles, before asking, “Warmer?”
“Yes.” Your tone is only slightly begrudging, and it’s more to tease than anything. “Definitely.”
“I’m glad to be of service.” His tone is warm as well, and he stares at you for a second more before looking back up to the stars. “Please, move if you need to be more comfortable.”
From the little part of your legs that are touching, you can feel that he’s warmer than you. For a second you think about moving closer to him, but you’re already sharing a cloak. “Wouldn’t want to leech all of your heat.”
“It is not leeching if I am offering.” Gently, one of his hands rests upon yours. “If that is what you want.”
His body heat is not just what he’s offering. But, as you think for a second (hand slowly intertwining with his), you realise you don’t want to say not to either offer. Moving even more fractionally than before, you close the gap between the two of you - resting onto his shoulder. His arm adjusts the cloak briefly, pulling it more around you to shield you as well as he can from the elements.
This time, he doesn’t pull his hand from your shoulder.
A/N : Well, apologies to the oneshot I had planned on working on today. But I do very much like this one, and hopefully you guys all like it too! Have a lovely day/night
(Also I will happily take feedback on the title, if it will be offered.)
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It's Commander, Sergeant
Requested Here!
Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!Army-FBI!reader
Summary: After years of thinking about Tim Bradford, you meet him again during a riot in Los Angeles. When he learns you outrank him, he falls... hard.
Warnings: incorrect Army terminology and actions, depiction of riots, fluff! a couple Call of Duty references. Also, I grew up ten minutes from Fort Rucker, so I'm allowed to trash talk it.
Word Count: 2.7k+ words
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When you joined the Army immediately after graduation, you didn’t expect it to become a career. What surprised you more was meeting Tim Bradford. You only met him once, but he stayed with you, a firm and commanding yet protective and loyal personality that was impossible to forget. Now, years later, you continue to think about him occasionally, hoping he’s doing well and happy. He inspired you to work through the ranks and do something more meaningful than just obeying as you’re told. Not that being a soldier and taking orders is unimportant, as you’ve explained to the troops you are now Master Sergeant of. Personally, you felt a calling to do more.
“Master Sergeant, Sergeant Major Riley is here to see you,” a soldier says, standing at attention in your doorway.
“I’ll be right out to meet him. Thank you, Private,” you reply kindly.
You are a different kind of Master Sergeant, unwilling to act higher than the men and women who answer to you. Your respect for others, regardless of rank, has made you a favorite on base.
“No need. Is now a good time?” Riley asks, taking the Private’s place.
“Of course. What can I do for you, Sergeant Major Riley?”
“There’s a developing situation in Los Angeles. If you and your team are up for it, I’d like to send you in to help.”
“Los Angeles? Who has jurisdiction?”
Riley chuckles, shaking his head, as he says, “I knew that would be your first question. Not ‘what’s the situation?’ because that’s boring, right?”
“Something like that, sir.”
“The LAPD called in military reinforcements for an out-of-control rioting issue.”
“When do we leave?”
“1700 hours. Tell your troops.”
✯✯✯✯✯
“How’s everyone enjoying US Army Garrison Italy?” you ask your team, composed of twenty of the best soldiers.
“The men- the view is beautiful, Master Sergeant,” one of the female soldiers says.
“I’d have to agree. But we’re heading back to the States. There’s a riot issue in Los Angeles and they’ve called for the best to come in and help.”
“Riot control? Now, we’re talkin’, ma’am!”
“Los Angeles, California?” someone asks.
“What other Los Angeles is there, man?” a second voice replies.
You clear your throat, and everyone in the room snaps to attention. Smiling, you nod and confirm that your destination is Los Angeles, California.
“We leave at 1700 sharp. Helos are standing by. And before you ask, no, I don’t know when or if we’ll be back. LAPD is running point on this - listen closely, we are assisting. This is about the safety of US citizens. Not proving grounds or a test to become a Ranger. They’re calling the shots, but you still answer to me. Is that clear?”
“Yes, ma’am!” your team yells together.
“Then let’s get out there and protect our home.”
As you leave, someone whispers, “I’m gonna miss Italy.”
You agree, but your job is about more than the view from the base. As you pack to return to California, you wonder if you’ll ever be back to Italy.
✯✯✯✯✯
“Master Sergeant. Thank you for coming so quickly. I am Sergeant Wade Grey, I’m Watch Commander of the LAPD Mid-Wilshire division,” Grey introduces, shaking your hand.
“Nice to meet you, sir. Tell us where you need us, and we’ll be there.”
“We’ve got six teams out there right now, covering what we consider the biggest targets, but I’ll get you in touch with my lead Sergeant.”
“Is he in the field? We’d be happy to meet him where he is and take his direction from there.”
Wade sighs, a relieved smile appearing on his face. “You’re the best person in the state right now, Master Sergeant. He’s at the Wilshire Federal Building, the intersection of Wilshire and the 405. We’re running short on equipment, but we can get you transport.”
“Oh, we’ve got a ride. And, Sergeant Grey, feel free to drop the formalities,” you offer before telling him your first name.
“Only if you call me Wade,” he replies. “Wait- don’t tell me you have an APC parked outside my station.”
“We don’t. We have an M113 APC, a light tank, and six more vehicles waiting for a destination. You called for riot control, and we’re going to control some riots.”
“If you ever get tired of the Army, the LAPD would be happy to have you.”
“Unless you can offer me a station in Italy and as many armored vehicles as I can drive, I think I’m happy where I am.”
“Fort Irwin is scenic.”
You walk backward as you exit the office, tilting your head to the side as you consider. “Italian oceanside or California desert. Guess which I’m picking?”
“Good luck out there.”
“Thank you, sir- Wade.”
✯✯✯✯✯
The moment you jump off the side of the APC, two LAPD officers rush to you and your group of four soldiers. Splitting your team into five groups and sending one to join each of the LAPD squadrons seemed to be the best option. One of your team members introduces you to an officer, who nods and ushers you to follow him.
“Master Sergeant, this is LAPD Sergeant-“
“Bradford?”
Tim tilts his chin, his eyes the only part of his face you can see past his helmet and shield. You’d know him anywhere after countless nights of thinking of him and being inspired by him.
“Have we met, Master Sergeant?” he asks, his voice raised over the crowd gathering on Wilshire Boulevard.
Someone throws a flaming bottle of alcohol toward the steps of the building, and you motion for your team to push the crowd back.
“Later, Sergeant Bradford. Care to tell me what’s going on?” you ask.
“LA courts decided to take a bunch of cases back to trial, deal with overcrowding, standard procedures. But… you get it.”
“Don’t want ‘em out or want to make sure they do get out. Yeah, I know the answer, though I’ve never understood the thought process behind it.”
“You and me both. What are we supposed to do to show them this won’t change anything?”
Glancing at the crowd, you weigh the options. “Realistically, getting violent is only going to make this worse. I’m not suggesting a negotiation, but… what if we try stopping?”
“We’re not setting down our arms and opening the gates for them to storm the Wilshire Federal Building!” Tim yells.
“Then what would you like to do? Stand here until the trials are done?”
“That’s not-“
“Look, I don’t want to pull rank but if you’re just going to stand here and argue with me, I will, Sergeant Bradford,” you reply. His jaw clenches beneath his helmet, and you offer, “Half of your men lower their shields, a show of good faith. Then we go from there.”
Tim lowers his shield, stepping toward you to threaten, “If anything happens to my men, it is on your hands. This isn’t your home, but it’s mine.”
“I understand how this works, Sergeant Bradford. And I’m not telling you to do it alone.”
You push past him, leading two soldiers to the front line, dropping your shield, and raising your hands. The crowd members closest to you stop, looking at you curiously.
“There is a court schedule available online!” you yell. “If you have a loved one that you would like to advocate for, call the courts, call their defenders, and tell them why someone is worthy of freedom at the proper time and place! But don’t risk your own freedom, don’t take the lives of your neighbors or your peace officers in the process!”
You signal for all of the officers to raise their shields again. As the crowd storms forward, you rush into the fray, letting your training take over as you disarm the citizens around you.
“Down on the ground!” you yell, panting as the tank approaches behind you.
At the sight of the tank, the men and women standing in the road begin kneeling, lowering their weapons, and raising their hands. The LAPD rush forward, doing their jobs as you send your team to give your orders to the other soldiers you brought back to the States.
“That shouldn’t have worked,” Tim says, approaching from behind you.
Turning toward him, you sigh and remove your helmet. “Lots of things shouldn’t work, Sergeant Bradford.”
“You know my name; care to tell me why?”
Pressing your lips together to hide your smile, you walk past him, calling over your shoulder to say, “Never expected I’d have a higher ranking than you, Sarge!”
✯✯✯✯✯
“Is the Master Sergeant here?” Tim asks as he enters the bullpen.
“She’s with her team, briefing their superiors.” Wade smiles before asking, “Why would you like to know?”
“She knew my name. I can’t place her though.”
“She’s Army, you were Army… think about it, Tim.”
“I met hundreds of people in the Army, Wade-“
“Not all of them stay in the Army and work their way through the rankings because you inspired them,” you say, standing in the doorway. “Sorry to interrupt.”
“No problem,” Wade says, adding your first name while looking toward Tim.
Tim looks past you, clearly trying to place your name.
“I met you my first year, we were only in the same room for a few minutes and didn’t say more than a few words to each other. But you inspired me. You were a good soldier, a better leader, and I wanted to do what you did.”
“And now you’re a sergeant?”
Smiling, you correct, “It’s Master Sergeant, Sergeant.”
✯✯✯✯✯
“You got a little drool right there,” Angela jokes, pointing to the corner of Tim’s mouth. “What’s so special about her?”
“She outranks me,” Tim answers.
“Okay. Lots of people do.”
“Yeah,” Wade adds from Tim’s other side. “You don’t look at me like that.”
“No offense, Wade, but you’re not as pretty,” Angela replies.
Tim shushes them suddenly, nodding when you turn and see him. You smile at him, yet again drawn in by Tim Bradford’s presence and leadership. His not trusting you at first, yelling at you, was somewhat unexpected, but you’ve been in his place before. Trusting people as soon as you meet them is difficult, often impossible in your profession, but Tim’s quick change makes you smile. You’re a good leader, like him.
✯✯✯✯✯
“We’ve got a problem,” Wade calls, ending a phone call. “There’s another riot at Cal State Prison. LAPD and Lancaster PD can’t handle it alone.”
“We can never make it there in time,” Nolan responds. “It’s nearly 2 hours without traffic.”
“Now would be a good time to get a private jet or something, Thorsen,” Angela calls.
You pull your phone from your pocket, typing quickly before nodding. “I need Bradford,” you tell Wade. “And your landing pad.”
“What did you do?” Tim asks.
“Sikorsky X2 is five minutes out. We can get there and drop in 20 or less.” You raise a finger to point to everyone in the room. “This stays here. I’m not supposed to know the Army has one stateside.”
“Has a what?” Aaron asks.
“Good answer.”
“It only holds two crew members, but I’ve got a team out there that can ride in a cargo area. We’re going to need backup, so if you can get airships or anything, Sergeant Grey, please do. Let’s roll.”
Tim follows you quickly, jogging to catch up with you. “How’d you pull this off?”
“Somebody owed me a favor.”
“Did you mean it?”
“Mean what?”
“That I inspired you to stay in the Army, to get here.”
“Oh.” You push open a door and begin climbing the stairs quickly. Stepping onto the roof, you look at Tim and say, “Ask me again when this is over.”
Tim waits until you turn away to smile. He can’t believe he forgot you, but your sacrificial, mutually beneficial leadership style, kindness, and abilities, not to mention that you outrank him, have him practically wrapped around your finger.
✯✯✯✯✯
Standing in the back of a helicopter and hooked to a rail, you lean out against the whipping air and feel weightless. The pain and concern of the day are wearing off, and as the sun sets, you’re glad you were asked to come to LA. Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath.
Tim taps your side, and when he has your attention, he points West. The ocean is now visible, and the light ripples over the water, reflecting the pastel colors painting the sky. You smile at the view before looking back to Tim. Reaching up, you adjust the channel dial on his headset. He doesn’t even flinch at your sudden movement, and your smile grows as he leans toward you.
Looking at the soldiers behind you, you say, “If I think any of you can hear me, I’ll have you transferred to the worst base I can think of.”
No one except for Tim reacts, and he chuckles quietly.
“Okay, ask me again,” you request into your microphone.
“Did you really stay in the Army because of me?”
“Yes. You showed me what was possible, but your kindness toward me made me think I could do it too.”
“You could’ve done it without me.”
“Oh, I know.”
“Easy, Sergeant.”
“It’s-“
“Master Sergeant… when this illegally obtained helicopter lands, would you go to dinner with me?”
A soldier to your left moves, and you shake your head. “After this illegally obtained helo lands, and I have Henderson transferred to hot and humid Fort Rucker, Alabama, I would love to go to dinner with you.”
“Since you outrank me, surely you get paid better, so it’s on you?”
You lean toward Tim, pausing when your headset hits his. “I could also go back to Italy and see if anyone there is willing to take me to dinner.”
“Fine,” Tim groans. “I’ll pay, but only if you stay in town long enough to show me how much my inspiration paid off.”
✯✯✯✯✯
The dinner date does not go as planned. When you enter the police station, Sergeant Major Riley awaits you. He takes you into Wade’s office to talk, and Tim stands outside waiting for you.
Being a soldier means being sent to different places with only a moment’s notice, but being at your level makes things far more difficult and irregular. Tim may have missed his chance.
“Any idea what that’s about?” Tim asks Wade.
“No clue.”
You exit a moment later, your previous smile now absent. Tim tries to hide his disappointment, but he should have known getting into a relationship with a younger, yet higher ranking, soldier would never work.
“I blame you,” you tell Wade, stopping before him and Tim.
“What did I do?” he asks incredulously.
“You said there was an opening at Irwin, but you didn’t say that you only knew that because my Sergeant Major told you.”
“He may have mentioned it.”
“Anyone want to loop me in?” Tim asks tiredly.
“I’m moving to California. Leaving Italy behind to lead a new force,” you answer sadly. “No more authentic pasta for me.”
“Wait- you’re moving to California? Irwin, which is three hours from here?” Tim interjects.
“It’s your fault too,” you remember. “I let you inspire me to be a good leader and a good teacher, but now I’m paying for it.”
Riley calls your name, beckoning you back into the office. The second time you exit, you seem a bit more pleased.
“Is the offer for that date still on the table?” you ask Tim. “Looks like my team is going to be in LA county for a few days before I can get discharged.”
"Whoa, whoa, what are you talking about? You're getting out?" Tim asks, raising his hands in question.
"I'm receiving another raise in rank," you tell Tim, grabbing his extended wrist and pulling him toward the door. "But not in the Army."
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✯✯ 1 Year Later ✯✯
“Your form needs some work, but there’s potential,” you say.
“My, uh, my recruiter said that you take potential and make talent,” the recruit before you says.
Standing, you smile. “I like to think so. But I can’t do anything without your effort. So, are you willing to put in the work to do your best?”
“Yes, ma’am, Commander.”
“Then I only have one more question. Why do you want to join FBI special operations?”
“Commander,” someone scoffs from the doorway. “It’s like you take pride in increasing the divide between our ranks.”
Glancing over, you make a “shoo” gesture before finishing the recruit’s evaluation.
“Let’s go,” you tell Tim, gathering your things. “It’s been almost a year, and we still haven’t had an uninterrupted dinner date.”
“I’m not sure we ever will, Sarge.”
You move your hands to Tim’s shoulders, brushing your lips over his before whispering, “It’s Commander, Sergeant.”
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A Thorn By Thy Side
Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader
[A/N] - This story sounded better in my mind. Yet again, I might be a harsh critic of myself. So, I will let you all decide if you like it and if I will continue.
Summary:
Your parents were seasoned Shield Agents who perished in the line of duty when you were younger. They left you at their place, and Shield quickly recruited, trained and perfected you into one of their best agents. Following in their footsteps, the mission was easy enough for you; the percentage of your successes few could match. So, it was not a surprise when Director Fury entrusted you with a team to capture a very dangerous target... the Succubus Witch Agatha Harkness. Or A short story in which Agatha eventually develops a personal interest in you after realising why you are so difficult to get rid of.
Word Count: 2548
Chapter 1:
The Shield HQ was rather busy that particular day, with many agents being called back from their missions or short vacations to focus on more important issues. After the last terrorist attack on New York, the world was on edge and rightfully so.
It was one thing to handle internal threats, human to human and something completely different when you had to handle extraterrestrial beings and, apparently, gods. One would think with the newly formed Avengers, things would quickly turn back to normal, but they were also busy with different kinds of missions to handle.
You had grabbed the past few days that the focus was on the Avengers to get some alone time, something rare in your line of duty. Yet that alone time had brought you back to the only place you knew and dared to call home.
Being an orphan was tough, and being the orphan child of seasoned, skilled agents was tougher. Back then, you did not understand why they took risks and ended up leaving you all alone, but today, you understand.
As you stared at the memorial dedicated to all fallen agents, you could not help but let your eyes remain longer on the engraved names of your parents. The marble structure reflected your reflection, and you wondered what they would think of you, seeing you following their footsteps with the same insanity and dedication they apparently had.
Sometimes, when the lobby emptied, you would come and faintly talk to them, for there was no true grave and no bodies for you to see. That particular day, you just felt like visiting them, even if no words would be exchanged.
The sound of footsteps against the tile floor caught your attention, eyes narrowing faintly as you focused on their speed. Despite the people passing around you, your training allowed you to detect certain pairs you had been told to always look out for.
This pair was heavy, long strides that emitted confidence, and you knew of only one person walking in such a way. Your suspicions were proven correct when you heard a male voice close by.
“Thought I would find you here.”
You did not turn to face the visitor, their dark-skinned reflection visible on the marble memorial. “Director Fury,” you greeted him. “Am I becoming that predictable?”
“To some of us, you are. Don’t think of it as a bad thing. Makes it less of a hustle to find when I need you,” he responded, not commenting on your lack of eye contact. “I have a mission for you.”
Now that he had captured your interest, you finally graced him by turning to face him. Your gazes locked. “So soon?”
It was not long since you had come from a rather dangerous mission in Russia, tasked with infiltrating a Hydra Terrorist Cell. The mission was a success, but it cost you men and many days of life. Not to mention, you came more than once close to joining your parents on that grim memorial.
“This cannot wait any longer. Follow me,” he said and started to walk, knowing too well you would follow him without him having to repeat everything.
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When you entered his office, you remained standing while you got comfortable on his director's chair behind the desk. He tapped something on the holographic screen, and the information was projected up, allowing you to see it in detail.
You took notice of a woman, her face popping up in different pictures across different times; no sign of ageing, and you doubted all those women were just descendants of one another. Your attention went to different articles and secret memos, all around big catastrophes that had taken place in the last century.
“We have been monitoring unusual cases long before the New York invasion. Just in case it was Hydra trying to mess up again,” Fury started to explain, tapping a few things on the pad. “What we found recently was the fact that all big catastrophes had one thing in common; this woman, Agatha Harkness.”
You took a few steps closer, fingers stretching as you tried to read the ever-shifting articles. You frowned as you realized what situation your director was discussing.
The Twin Towers, Chornobyl, the Gas Explosion in 1966... even the Titanic was listed.
“Are we sure this is the same woman? How can she even be responsible for all of those events?” you asked, adverting your attention to the dark-skinned man.
“She has been spotted in every single one, and I know she is behind it. So, unless she is some sort of Grim Reaper waiting to do her job, I say she had been causing them.”
Your next question sounded dumb even in your head, but over the years, you had developed the skill of not really caring and simply speaking what you wanted. “Do we know why?”
“If you ask me, I say she has some sadistic motive, or she simply enjoys causing chaos and death. Wouldn’t be the first one,” Fury said as he pressed something,g and all the holograms disappeared. “But in order to make sure, we need to capture and interrogate her. Perhaps stop her from causing yet another mess with hundreds of casualties.”
“I understand. But why ask me and not someone else? Why not the Avengers?”
“The Avengers are busy as we speak, and I am not sending you there alone. You will take a small team and go capture this bitch before it's too late.”
“Yeah, but why me?” you asked again, not liking how he avoided your question in the first place.
Fury leaned forward, his face as serious as it could get. “Because if words are true, Agatha Harkness falls under the category of a Witch.”
That new piece of information made you part your lips in surprise, not expecting such an answer. Yet, you found no further comments or questions; Fury’s answer was more than enough for you at the moment.
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It was a small team consisting of five agents in total, including you. You had worked with them quite a few times before, and you knew each other well enough for the mission to go smoothly.
The plan was simple.
Agatha had been also associated with quite a few missing person reports, women who allegedly followed her in search of a mystical road and never returned. So, what better way to approach and isolate her than by arranging a meeting with an interested-to-the-road woman.
The meeting would occur in a small forested area, away from the nearest little town, to ensure no casualties or curious passersby. Fury wanted this to be done silently and quickly, to capture and leave.
You waited for a while in a small clearing, hands in the pockets of your civilian clothing. Your team had been camouflaged and positioned close by, tranquiliser darts and nets ready to be used upon being given the command.
At last, you felt you were no longer alone, and you adverted your gaze towards the source of crushed leaves, getting a first close look at the famous Agatha Harkness. You inhaled faintly, realizing that the pictures taken of her did her little to no justice regarding her beauty.
The thick, slightly curled dark brown hair, those pink lips, and you could not even start talking about her piercing blue eyes.
If she truly did look like this, it was no wonder women willingly trusted and followed her blindly to their dooms.
“You are alone,” Agatha pointed out, clearly unhappy. “Where are the others?”
You had managed to fake an invite, informing you had other women interested in the Road; which was perhaps what had made her come in the first place.
“They are a little bit late. They should arrive soon,” you skilfully lied, offering a charming smile to throw away any suspicions she might have started to form about you.
Agatha did not truly like the answer. She was not a big fan of having her plans changed, even though she could easily improvise in worst-case scenarios.
“Is that so?” the witch questioned, taking a few confident steps towards you.
Unbeknown to her, this was what you wanted as she openly became an easier target for your team.
Your hand lazily moved towards your head, pushing a few strands behind your ears as your skilful fingers pressed on the little earpiece hidden there. “Fire.”
The order did not have to be repeated as your team made their move, guns up and aim stable. The first wave came for Agatha fast, tranquillized darts aimed for her neck and face, intended to bring her down without much of a fight.
Of course, Agatha was not a novice witch, and it was not the first time someone had tried to sneakily attack her. Her purple magic came alive and quickly stopped the little darts in mid-air, preventing them from harming her. She narrowed her blue eyes, and with a wave of her hands, she sent those pesky darts back to their senders, forcing the hidden agents to move to avoid getting hit.
At the same time, you pulled your sleeve up and exposed the little gadget wrapped around your wrist. Blue light glowed, and you steadied your aim before shooting a few thin projectiles packed with enough electricity to stunt a simple human with ease.
That little accessory had been a prototype, a gift from Natasha after you two spent a few months as prisoners. Your teamwork made it possible not only to escape but eventually take down your original target. Admiring your courage and your skill, she agreed and helped you get a prototype version of her spider bites, a gift that had saved your life more than once in a mission.
Agatha similarly used her magic, blocking your little attempt to take her down, only to see you smirking and giving yet another order. Before she could comprehend or prepare herself, you started shooting again, keeping her busy until it was too late.
A heavy net came from her blind side, the weighted edges pinning her to the ground as the steel cables that formed it pressed her down.
You smirked in satisfaction and covered your little gadget as your team started to walk carefully towards the trapped target, guns up and aimed at her.
“Call Fury, tell him the mission was a success,” you ordered one of the agents, one hand on your waist.
Agatha started to cackle, for a moment truly reminding you of those children's stories about evil witches who pursued children.
“Oh, how cute. You really think it would be so easy to take me down, hon?” she asked, fully confident despite being trapped by the net.
Before you could order the electricity to begin, you watched with wide eyes as Agatha dissolved into purple smoke and disappeared from where she was originally trapped.
“What?” you exclaimed, quickly looking around as her cackle echoed across the quiet clearing. “Keep your guards up. Change to stun bullets, now!”
Agatha appeared in the same purple smoke, right behind an agent. One hand was placed on her shoulder and the other on his head. His eyes changed to purple as she easily influenced his weak mind, ordering him to lift his gun and aim at his comrades.
The first shot grabbed your attention, a female agent close by falling unconscious on the ground; the stunt bullet glowing faintly as it paralyzed her nervous and mobility system.
“Agent, stand down!” you ordered even though you doubted your words would pass through, not after spotting his usual brown eyes having changed to a bright purple. “Stand down!”
Realizing this would get you nowhere, you prepare and shoot two spider bites at him, just as another agent shot him with the same stunt bullet. The hypnotized agent attacked as well, taking down his comrade before succumbing to the combined attacks.
“Oh, this is pathetic,” Agatha comments as you spot her leaning against a tree. “I mean, I had been attacked before, but this... so pathetic.”
Your eyes blaze with anger, and you dare to pull the gun you had hidden in your back pant pocket. “Orders say to get you alive, not unharmed,” you say and remove the safety. “Last chance, Harkness. Come at peace or come bloodied.”
Agatha laughed at your brave words, finding your attempt to sound threatening both stupid and adorable. What she did not know was that you were simply buying time for your last team member to make his move.
Before Agatha knew it, she felt the sharp pain on her back as the stunt bullet threatened to bring her down, having failed to spot the silent agent standing two feet behind her. He was ready to attack her again, ensuring she would go down, but the Witch had other plans in mind.
The stunt bullet did pack quite a punch, and if she was a normal, weak human, she knew she would be on the ground by now. But she was Agatha Harkness, one of the most powerful witches to ever leave, and no stupid invention would take her down.
Deciding to put an end to this, Agatha’s eyes flashed purple with magic, and all it took was one swing of her hand for her magic to attack the agent from point-blank range. The force was strong enough to send him back, his body crashing against a tree, his neck breaking upon impact.
You watched with wide eyes at the attack, and by instinct alone, you started to shoot, only for the same purple magic to block your bullets.
“Haven’t you learnt anything so far?” Agatha questioned. “Let me give you a quick reminder.”
You saw the gathered amount of her purple magic heading your way, concentrated into a blast that crashed against your chest and stole the air from your lungs. The force sent you flying back, the ground rough against your landing, pieces of dirt scratching your clothes.
That blast should have killed you or knocked you down, yet you could still feel your heart pumping and your brain working. Your fingers twitched, and you could hear Agatha’s footsteps through half-open eyelids as she approached you.
When she was close enough to inspect if you had perished like you had to, you opened your eyes and went for the attack. You brought your legs, and with newfound energy, you kicked the side of her knees, causing her to fall to the ground rather ungracefully.
You crawled back, and once you had enough space and time, you jumped on your legs, wiping some dirt from the corner of your lips. Your chest heaved faintly as adrenaline finally rushed through your veins... veins that seemed to have grown paler against your skin.
“How?” Agatha exclaimed as she pushed her thick locks out of the way, her dark-painted fingers catching your attention. “Never mind, that!”
Another blast of purple magic was thrown your way, but this time, you were prepared. Bringing your hands up, you formed an X that protected your face and neck.
Chapter 2
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DCA Promptober Day 9: Off-Limits
Had an idea in mind for this one, then @soupdweller pretty much solidified it for me with this piece of art. Hope you enjoy!
Word count: 1868
Content warning: non graphic depicitions of death, obsessive behavior if you squint really really hard, reader discresion is advised
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You wish you were taller. Maybe not super tall, and certainly not eight or nine feet tall, but a couple inches you think would be nice. A couple inches could potentially make you feel a bit less, small, in this situation.
The Daycare Attendant looms over you, that cartoonish grin and dead eyes certainly not helping your nerve. You swallow. You were not going to let him intimidate you, you were not going to let him intimidate you-
"Friend."
"Sun," Your voice is more squeaky than you'd ever like it to be, you clear your throat, "Can I get past you, please?"
His rays click sharply to one side, "I'm afraid not. This area is off-limits."
"I, understand that, but it's also my job as a guard to check that everything is in order-"
He moves suddenly, bending down so that your faces are now inches apart, he tilts his head, "Off. Limits."
You have it in you to get a little annoyed then. You don't really know the Attendant all that well, and from what you've heard from other staff he's usually pretty friendly and even a bit, oblivious.
This was not that.
From the moment you'd met he'd been off-putting, a little creepy, and in a way, hostile to you and everything you did. You almost wondered if it was a work hours vs after hours thing, but whenever anyone else was around he had that chipper persona. It was just with you that there was a problem.
"What's in there that's such an issue?" You ask, trying to peer around him, ignoring the way his 'pupils' seem to shift and watch you, "Last I checked the Plex doesn't have any big secrets. Not any that I as a guard wouldn't know about at least."
It's hard to tell what's back there, mainly because of the near blinding light coming from the doorway to contrast with the darkened space you're currently standing in. And from what you remember, it was all just storage space. One of the bigger ones to your understanding. Actually, how'd the Attendant even get over here? You don't remember there being another entrance to this location. And furthermore, why is he-
"That," He puts a hand on your shoulder, "Is not," You're shoved backward, "Your concern."
Okay, now you're irritated, "For the last time, this is my job. Last I checked, you're the Daycare Attendant, and I'm the security guard. So, you can either move out of my way, or I make you move."
Sun stands upright again, clasping his hands in front of him, "You can try."
"Why do you even care? Why are you even over here?" You point your finger at him now, "You know, you've been honestly kind of a jerk to me since I started, and I'm kind of sick of it. I've never done anything to you!"
A click. You continue.
"I have tried to be nothing but kind and considerate, I don't stay in your space too long, I wave when I see you, I compliment your art and yet you've been nothing but cold, impassive, and downright rude."
The Attendant is stock still and frankly, you don't care.
"What did I do to deserve this, huh? What made you decide I was going to be the target of your just, straight vitriol toward me?" You throw your hands up, then slap them against your legs.
Your breathing is heavy now. But at least you've said your peace.
It's then that the bot laughs, not the reaction you were expecting. For some reason, it sends a chill down your spine.
He takes a step closer, then another. It gives you an idea as he once more bends down to your level.
"What you've done?" Several rapid clicks of his rays turning to the right, "You want to know what you've done-"
You quickly sidestep him, darting inside, "Maybe some other time! Let's say after my patrol, how's that?"
He makes a loud sound then, which you take as merely mild frustration. Something that in hindsight, was a mistake on your part. You snickered, served him right. You were just trying to do your job.
The storage room was a lot bigger than you were expecting. Grander. Many aisles of boxes piled to the high ceiling on either side of you, along the backwall, and is that a connecting room behind? Geez, why is this area not patrolled more often? Seems like there's a lot of stuff to grab, regardless of there seeming to just be the one entrance.
You think you've lost Sun, for now anyway. If he catches up to you again it's not like he can do anything except complain. The thought instantly peeves you.
You're nearing one of the back corners of this front room now, deciding to radio back to the main office, "Hey, working on the last bit of my route, there a reason we don't check this storage room more routinely?"
"We don't.... manpower.... -eople have... -ssing. Wasn't supposed... -your route. -ou should probably-.... -here." Is the response you receive.
You frown, speaking into the device again, "Hey, you're cutting out super bad, could you repeat that?"
All you get is more garbled static as a response. You shrug it off. Must be a dead zone near this room. Annoying, but that's life.
There's a smell in here, you're realizing. And it's not dust, even though there's quite a lot of that. It's decay.
And the closer you get to that back corner, the stronger is gets.
Now, a normal person would say fuck it, and call a custodian to deal with whatever poor animal had gotten in here and died. And maybe on a different night, you would have done that. But for some reason, that wasn't the decision you were going to make for tonight.
You round the corner and find-nothing. Just some more boxes. But god that smell is strong now. You're getting ready to turn around and high tail it out of there, when you notice that there's something sticking out from the corner, between where the boxes on either wall collide.
You don't need to get a closer look to confirm what it is, but you do.
You can only stare on in complete and utter disbelief.
Yup. That is indeed a shoe. Attached to a foot, attached to a dead body-a dead security guard's body-which you're 99% sure is what you were smelling.
The surprising part of all this was exactly how many dead bodies were stuffed into that corner. All in various states of decay.
"I warned you."
You jump, whipping around to find Sun staring at you. Somehow, the blank look in his eyes is more unreadable than ever before. You swear there's like, a shimmer to optics. Kind of, purplish. But your eyes are probably playing tricks on you.
Your instant reaction is to pray, but you think it's a little late for that. Your second reaction is to beg.
Your voice wavers as you speak, hands up defensively, "Pl-please don't, don't, hurt me..."
"Hurt you? Oh no no no, sweet thing. I'd never want to hurt you," Sun tuts, his words have a softness you've never witnessed before, "I'll admit I haven't done the best job of showing it, but I do care."
In your shock of it all, you can just stand there, fear dissipating just slightly while blinking a few times, "Excuse me?"
He goes off on his own little tangent, starting to pace as he speaks more to himself than to you, "Believe me, coming to terms with the idea that you of all people would catch my interest wasn't, easy, but I think I've been dealing with it to the best of my ability," He turns to you, hands together, "And now, you've made this entire process that much simpler!"
"...Simpler how?" You're still processing the dead people thing; you aren't even comprehending the idea that Sun likes you.
"Well, now we can so spend time catching you up to speed," Sun tilts his head, tone eerily cheering as his eyes lift into crescents, "You didn't think you could leave now, did you?"
You bolt.
You try to remember how you got back here, which ways to turn to get back to the front. Given you're kind of freaking out right now, it's not easy.
Sun's behind you, somewhere. Sure you can hear him; those bells were loud on top of the mechanical clinks and whirls his limbs emit as he follows after you. The problem is that he's eight feet tall and you can only run so damn fast.
You find the entrance. The door's shut.
"Shit. Shit, come on," You fumble for your keycard, shaking hands swiping it through the card reader.
"Access denied. Access denied. Access denied."
You hear Sun a few aisles over, "Ah, ah, ah. Leaving so soon? After you worked so hard to get in here?"
You curse under your breath as he continues.
"And really, to not bother to listen after I told you to stay is really, quite, rude," From the sounds of it, he's now where you just were, and seemed to be expecting you to still be trying to get out, having the gull to be annoyed about it, "Well there goes that dramatic reveal."
You don't know where you're running but you realize you're going to need to find a destination soon, because you're going to eventually run out of stamina. And Sun will not.
A hiding place. You need a hiding place.
"I put in a lot of effort to keep this from you, Starshine," Sun says to the empty space, "Spare you from this thing, that I've become."
There is nowhere to hide in here. It's just the same repeating rows over and over again. Could you maybe circle back? Start climbing? Just something-
"It's not a willing participation, you know. If you understood how this f̴͉̲̲̳̐̑̈́̍̀eė̴̘̽̋l̴͍̣͎̙͎̉̃ṣ̶̪̀, maybe you'd be a bit more sympathetic. Though I suppose that's a big ask."
You need to quiet your breathing, collect yourself a bit. Find another option.
You swallow, trying to calm down as you rest back against the cardboard. It sort of works.
Until you become acutely aware of the fact that Sun is now silent.
You strain your ears, eyes flicking back and forth to either end of the aisle. You're closer to the one on your left than the right, but you wonder if it'd be worth the risk to dash to the other side.
Unfortunately, you don't get the chance.
You take a step away from the makeshift wall, only able to react after the fact as Sun comes from around the corner, the surprise of seeing him making your trip backwards as you spin to face him.
He catches you, and you notice that the ribbons which usually wrap around his wrists are missing. He tricked you.
"Caught you friend~" He chuckles lightly at the joke.
You can only look up at him with fear. His pupils are purple, you're sure of it now. He leans in, rays spinning.
"Maybe next time you'll listen when I say something is off-limits."
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Since y'all liked reading the notes I write for Confused Spirit, here's the one I wrote for this lmao:
You can read the others here, sorry for being late with this! As you can see, she was a biggin'. Thanks for reading!
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this is a little hyper specific lmao but i was wondering if you have any advice on writing a pov character being mysterious? tyyy
Writing A Mysterious POV Character
Thanks for the question!
Here are some characteristics that I think makes a POV character "mysterious"
The reader is not meant to understand everything the POV character says, describes or alludes to.
The POV character actively holds off information from the readers either because (1) it's hard for them to talk about it or (2) they don't think it's important, somehow.
They reconstruct the narrative in the way they perceive it, not following the chronological order of events and often providing piecemeal information that only (if ever) comes together at the end.
The POV character simply has a wholly different perspective that a human reader will have difficulties understanding (i.e. story told from an animal or alien's POV)
I think the best way to portray this is to provide examples, which I think qualify as mysterious narrators. Note that not all mysterious narrators are unreliable narrators, although they could be. Here are the selected narrators and a few extracts for illustration purposes, divided by loosely defined subcategories (there can be overlaps!):
Incomprehensive Jargon & Allusions
Given that you can do this without boring or genuinely pissing off the reader, using lots of jargon, making allusions to things your target audience will probably not know to create atmosphere can be effective.
I recommend having a strong thematic core to justify all that jargon and reference, though.
Richard Papen from <The Secret History> by Donna Tartt
The characters talk and make references to Greek/the Classics. Arguably, it is not "incomprehensible", but the entire book is tirelessly full of them and unless you are a scholar in a related field, very unlikely to know all the Greek/ancient works being referenced all the time.
by M.L.Rio
Interesting style where the characters talk and even think in Shakespeare. They literally quote lines from Shakespeare to talk to each other. Not as difficult to follow as <The Secret History>, given that these are q famous plays (Hamlet, Macbeth, etc.) but it certainly adds well to the mystery at the heart of the book's plot.
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Witholding Information
Have your narrator subtely refer to a large event in their past (a murder, a traumatic memory, etc) but never telling the reader upfront, making them only make implied guesses.
The only reservation I would have for this option is to not annoy the reader by letting them know the narrator has information, but is somehow not telling them. It would help to have a clear reason for them to not talk about it: e.g. they haven't accepted the past themselves, they're too scared to talk about it, etc.
by Eliza Clark
In here, the narrator has killed someone in the past - a fact that only becomes kind of clear at the end. Even then, the murder is never referenced because this narrator has some serious mental issues, but when you look back with this knowledge at the end of the book, her behavior starts making more sense.
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Reconstructing the Narrative
Don't go in chronological order. Use time skips, or invent a new system for the narrator to arrange their memories and thus, retell the story. This gives the narrator power over the narrative because they've seen the whole thing play out, but the readers are getting bits and pieces, trying to get the puzzle pieces to fall together.
Other options:
POV character has amnesia
POV character has dementia
Using narrative interruptions that are in a completely different style (can work for 3rd person, look at Olivie Blake's work referenced below)
Olivie Black's <Alone With You in the Ether>
Using screenplay-like interruptions to the narrative that limits the reader's access to the characters' minds. Also creates interesting tone.
Kim Youngha's <Diary of the Murderer>
[I don't have pictures for this because I only have the Korean version....but really worth mentioning]
Here, the narrator has dementia and cannot fully remember the murders he has committed in the past. He is also an unreliable narrator who can only remember things in bits and pieces - thus the typical chronological order is interrupted.
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"Non-Human" Perspectives
Give yourself a narrator that is not human, or is "dehumanized" in some way (lack of emotion, inability to relate to others, etc.) to view the entire world from a perspective not often experienced by the average human.
Death as a narrator from <The Book Thief> by Marcus Zusak.
Zusak inserts these little "pronouncements" or "interruptions" to the narrative and the calm but transcending tone constantly raises questions.
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Do note that the overall tone of the novel contributes significantly to how the narrator comes across to the readers. Many of the works above also deal with "reality vs. unreality" as a theme, which is augmented by the use of a mysterious narrator that prompts the reader to challenge
Hope this helps, Happy writing :)
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[I remember when we got some dialogue for this scene on Patreon. Before the episode finally aired, you only got snips of this scene. However, even with what little you got- it was a pretty close call to say that Queen Tyneen was talking about Shrike.
I think about this scene a lot. I mention in a post some time ago how Beebs is treated with more respect than Shrike is. It seems like that anyone who knows Shrike, treats him as a loser. Even though Tyneen is trashing on Shrike, you can tell that she also finds Beebs to be better than him. That Beebs should be finding others of similar level or respect than keeping Shrike along.
Its implied here by Tyneen that Shrike is seen as a mistake- but also just a good no individual. Like Tyneen is smiling here, having some positivity that Shrike is gone. As if Beebs is better off without him. That with Shrike gone, not only would Beebs' issues be resolved, but everyone else as well. Shrike seems to be a common target to get rid of- mostly due to being 'unless' or a obstacle to others.
It is hard to tell exactly how Beebs does feel about Shrike. We have yet to really get an explanation of how the two met. There has so far been no reference if Beebs ever worked for LAW before- I think if he did, Ricket would know him too- but Ricket is new to Beebs as well, as he doesn't even know his name- referring him to "Beard." Its interesting though, you can see how Beebs actually seems to be- frighten by that idea? I'm not the best at describing, but his expression tells me the idea of cutting off Shrike like that might hurt him as well. Beebs seems to even be disappointed when saying that Shrike is off doing his own thing.
Then you have Tyneen going off- like how could anyone stand keeping Shrike around? Why would anyone want to? It makes me wonder if Tyneen knew Shrike from the past as well- was she also a former LAW member who used to work along Shrike? It feels like its implied here that Tyneen once worked with Shrike as well and knows that he can be quite. a Nuisance.
This does make me curious- and I hope we get to some back story for this- how Tyneen and Ricket do know Shrike. Were they on a team together? I mean how bad was Shrike that Tyneen finds Ricket to better to keep around? As we also know she calls him a loser on the way out too. I know that Shrike wearing the Red Suit is a giving that he was a LAW enforcer, but, this also implies that Tyneen knew Shrike when he was in action with LAW.
Not going to lie, that line hurt me too. Shrike is seen to be so pathetic to others like Tyneen to call him a Leech who is surviving off of Beebs. Though, I can also see why she said that too as so far, without Beebs, Shrike wouldn't really be alive... Beebs have so far pulled Shrike through a lot of their contracts and ordeals they have face. I think about Us & Them. If Beebs was not there, really none of them, especially Shrike, would have not made it...
Of course we do not really have anything on Tyneen and her past. So when she mentions this, I wonder... probably a out of pocket theory, is it possibly that she was a Enforcer Commander before becoming a pirate? As in a commander of her own squad and Shrike and Beebs was originally a part of it? So she got first hand experience of what Shrike was like? Maybe she cut him off in the past?
Oh but this line got to me back in the previews. I actually was afraid at the end of this episode that Beebs was going to cut off Shrike, but there has to be a good reason why Beebs likes him. Probably one of my few fan moments of "You better NOT" and was afraid that was going to happen- or
its still to come... I will not be looking forward to that.
Anyway, this one hurt me. Like I said before, Tyneen sees Shrike to be unless, a nothing, a waste of space, and she's trying to convince Beebs to see him the same way and get rid of him. Tyneen sees Beebs to be better than Shrike, and its interesting, because in the same episode we do watch as Shrike does praise Beebs and Shrike compares himself to be the mess, not Beebs. Though, Shrike was drunk as well but, I think he was being genuine. Its so interesting to me how different the two are treated. To his own Kind, Beebs is seen lesser but seems to be more respected by other species, while Shrike? No matter where he is or was, no one seems to respect him. I think about this scene a lot.
I think about Shrike. I just wonder what he has gone through? I wonder what he has done for others to not change their opinion on him? What he has done to be look so down upon? I wonder if Tyneen has made Beebs changed his mind on Shrike, or considers ditching him too?
I think sometimes I see a bit of myself in Shrike. I understand that feeling. Living like no one wants you or feeling like nothing. You're just a mess up, trying to correct your ways or make it better, but in the end, you mess it up even more. You just want to feel like a space in this world, and maybe just want one person to make you feel like you are needed in this world too.
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Fruitcake
25 Days of Ficmas
Relationship: David x Reader
Fandom: The Lost Boys
Request: No
Warnings: Fluff, Brief Angst, Mentions of Fighting
Word Count: 1,177
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Lost Boys Masterlist: Here
Summary: A simple childhood favorite that reduces lesser minds to fit of giggles.
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“Wait, you actually like that stuff? Dude, that is so lame!”
Another eventful night in the cave during the most wonderful time of year. The terror twins were especially riled up this evening, and for one specific reason; David mentioned his favorite childhood Christmas treat. And it has caused an absolute giggle fit to erupt between the terror twins.
“Yes, I do. Is there an issue with that?” He glowered at the other two blondes, who just continued laughing with the occasional moment.
“But, dude, come on. There are so many other things that are better, and more tasty.” Paul continued, bouncing in his seat like a kid on a sugar high.
“And it’s my favorite thing at Christmas. I’m this close to coming over there and-“ Dwayne threw a rock at David, causing him to shut his mouth very fast.
“Let’s just go down to the pier, yeah? We need food. Argue about this later.” The finality in his voice even made the bleach blonde vampire take heed.
Marching out of the cave, David allowed his mind to wander as Star climbed aboard his bike. He was just a few minutes away from his girlfriend, his little human. Only a few more minutes till he was away from the chaos that was currently racing with him down the beach.
It was not that he did not want to be with his brothers, and Laddie, and Star. Rather that he did not want to be stuck listening to the teasing and the comments. And if Paul or Marko decided to bring forward their conversation from the cave, he might have to find a way to hurt his brothers. Wind whipped in his face, and sand tickled his nose, but he still found himself smiling the closer and closer they got to the lights of the pier ahead.
When they pulled in, David shooed Star from his bike as fast as he could. His piercing baby blues had already located his target. With such an honestly shocking amount of stealth, David was able to sneak up behind the young lady that was bundled up in a knitted beanie and matching gloves.
“What’s a sweet thing like you doing here all alone,” came his ask, nuzzling his nose into the back of her neck with a husky whisper.
Turning with a jump, her eyes held a split second of fear that turned into joy the second she realized who was behind her. Screaming his name, she launched herself into his arms, to which he happily hugged her to him. With her legs wrapped around his waist, and her arms tightening around his neck, David breathed her scent in deep. Anyone looking at the couple would have thought that they had not seen each other in weeks. But anyone who knew them knew, they had only been apart one day.
“How have you been, kitten? Get into any trouble without me?” Gently lowering her to the ground, David took the time to scan over her face and body. His left hand, snug in his leather glove that kept away the chill, rested on her jaw while his other one went to her waist.
“Of course not. Never without you.” She leaned up and pressed a kiss to his soft lips, making David hold her close to deepen it. That unique taste of David was intoxicating; wine, moonlight, and a brief tinge of cigarettes.
“Oh, she’s here! Pretty lady,” and she was tackled out of David’s arms. Paul had decided that her time of visiting her boyfriend of the pack was over. Thankfully, she giggled as he burrowed his face into the crook of her neck, trying to push him away playfully. Marko and Dwayne hung back, waiting for their own turn to say hello to the lady.
“Pretty lady, guess what? You’ll never guess what David likes to eat at Christmas. It’s so stupid.”
“Paul,” growled David in warning.
“He likes fruitcake! How stupid is that? I mean, come on. Even those dry Christmas cookies are better than that garbage.” Paul could not continue yapping at twenty miles an hour because David had tackled him out of the grip of his girlfriend. While the two vampires growled and hit at each other, the calmer of the two came over for their own hugs of greeting.
“Hello, princess.” Dwayne greeted, hugging her close.
“Hey, cutie.” Marko stole her away as he pressed her into his patchwork jacket.
“Hey, you two. Will one of you help them out please?” All three of their attentions were turned to the two blonde vampires that were still tangled in each other. Sighing deeply, Dwayne went over to the men, and held both by the back of their jackets to keep them separated. While Paul continued struggling against his hold, David calmed down significantly, leaned down and collected his gloves, before shaking off his brother’s grip to go back over to his girlfriend.
“Sorry about that, kitten. Let’s get going.” With his hand on his lover’s back, he began leading them both away from the chaos junkies that were called his brothers.
Once they were away, the night quickly turned enjoyable. They happily strolled down the pier, snacking on some overpriced cotton candy. She tugged his old coat tighter around her body as a gust of wind threatened to sneak into it. While they had made small chit chat during the evening, a single question burned in her mind, but she felt a bit afraid to bring it up. However, her boyfriend could see something simmering underneath.
“Spill it, kitten.” David had decided to lean against the railing, and pulling her closer by her waist.
“Well, I just- you might be upset.” Her eyes rested on the pale expanse of throat that was in front of her. But a quick tilt of her chin up made her eyes meet his again.
“I promise I won’t. Just tell me whatever is on your mind,” came his reassurance.
“Do you really like fruitcake?”
David groaned, and breathed sharply through his nose. His neck rolled, letting out a few loud pops as it did. After a bit of silence, David locked his eyes on his lover once more.
“Yes. Are you going to make fun about me, too?” He was already bracing for it before she had even spoke.
“No, I haven’t met anyone else that likes it besides me. I was starting to think I was the only one.” Her hands gripped the front of his shirt a bit.
“Well then,” he purred, letting a smirk overtake his gorgeous features. “What do you say we blow off the boys, and head to that Christmas store in town? I know they’ve got a great selection.”
Nodding in agreement, she eagerly let David lead her away from the bright lights and loud voices of the pier. It was not something that was super common to like, but it was theirs. Theirs to enjoy and indulge in. And occasionally, rub it in Paul’s face that David has such a wonderful girlfriend.
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Hello there!
I was wondering if you could hcs about dating The Herta from HSR!
Thank you in advance <3
𝙄𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙪𝙨? 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨!
… ᴏᴜᴛʟɪɴᴇ: you’re dating The Herta, the master of the herta space station.
...ᴄʜᴀʀs: The Herta
...ᴡ/ᴄ: n/a
...ɴᴏᴛᴇs: i got herta accidentally when i was trying to lose my 50/50 on her banner so this is quite the coincidence to get such a request right after. maybe i need to learn to love her and accept her as part of my team now?
• Dating The Herta will be nothing short of teasing, and some complications here and there, unless you somehow manage to navigate your way through her sassy and egoistic behavior or crazed experiments with no issue at all. It’s always a wonder to many on how you haven’t snapped at the genius, then break up with her on the spot. Herta couldn’t care less about that question, more focused on her work than anything else. So they can keep wondering and pondering on why her?
• Being in love with The Herta is like being in love with a ticking time bomb. She’s unpredictable, confusing, and you never know what she might be working on. Unless she’s working on you, of course. However, keep on dreaming, because you aren’t worthy enough to be The Herta’s test subject, no no, you don’t have anything too interesting going on, other than being the lover of The Herta. And with that said, it should stay that way. Unless she gets bored.
• Herta can NOT cook. When she wasn’t dating you at the time, her food got cooked by chefs or other colleagues. But now that you both are together, you are now the one who cooks for her. If you refuse to, then Herta always finds a valid reason on why you should, as expected of a genius. Deep inside though, the real reason is because she likes your cooking. The feeling of coming home to a fresh meal from your lover is something she’s heard of plenty of times, but never experienced. It’s a basic concept but a concept that Herta likes, and she doesn’t wish for it to leave any time soon.
• Sometimes Herta can be rather possessive. You belong to her, and her only. It’s a simple rule and shouldn’t be broken under any circumstance. Break it and she leaves you with remarks and a broken heart. She simply won’t care about you anymore, even if you ugly cry right in front of her, begging for her to take you back with open arms. The Herta doesn’t fall on her knees for people, it must be the opposite.
• When you and Herta’s first started dating, Nobody knew you two were even together. And as for right now, she prefers to keep it that way. If people find out you have been messing around with a Genius like Herta, just think of all the enemies that would try to target you. She thinks it would be a hassle to have to protect and worry for your safety, so why not go ahead keep both of your love private?
• But don’t worry, she likes giving you gifts as well. Such as books, jewelry, or clothes. If you’re going to be her lover, at least look attractive with her. Giving her gifts is recommended too, she always accepts them and makes comments on the look.
• However, Herta makes BRUTALLY honest comments. So if you give her an ugly handmade object or wear an outfit she doesn’t like, Herta won’t hesitate to explain why she finds it ugly and aesthetically unpleasant to the eyes. Don’t take it personal though, it’s to help you improve in areas you lack. You can then fill in those gaps and meet your girlfriend’s standards, or that’s atleast what Herta claims.
• Herta doesnt show any affection in public, nor does she initiate any. This counts in private spaces, such as your shared home, or her vast library. Other than a few drags of her finger down your chest or on your chin, she doesn’t do anything. But, if you were to initiate some sort of affection, she wouldn’t resist. Herta might also give you the same affection back on occasion, maybe some soft kisses on the cheek or lips, cuddles, etc. Do not get too excited though, it doesn’t mean she will do these things often, you have to earn them from her.
• If you’re smart and somehow impress her, this can be somewhat a ‘turn on’ but not in the way you think. Herta would be curious on how smart you are, testing you here and there on topics a normal human or space station employee wouldn’t understand. Get them all right and you’d satisfy her more than before. As said before, knowledge is a turn on for her. Having a lover who may be smart enough to understand things others can’t is something she could work with very well. She may even have you assist her with experiments or have you observe projects.
• You have your own bodyguard, which is one of Herta’s puppets. This is mostly because of your safety, I mean, she would never want to lose you. The universe is vast and danger could be at any corner of the galaxy. You’re going to need someone to watch over you, so why not one of her puppets? She has many and plus they all carry hammers with strong defense mechanisms.
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